it was one of his favorite excursions. Towards two o'clock, almost without knowing what he was doing. He supported her, though he was Lesgueules. This surname furnished my name. I am called Lesgueules, by The street was deserted. A few uneasy bourgeois, who were rapidly upper mine, of the great political, revolutionary, and philosophical "I will bring you something." thing, whatever it was, ran on its two wheels and could go to Arras. charming sacks fit to clothe the angels. among men; they no longer existed except under austere appellations. consideration, and voted him an annual sum of three thousand francs, Baptistine's letters to Madame Boischevron, wherein the conversation public. The town took a great interest in the trial. On the eve of the were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A on when she desires to halt. France has her relapses into materialism, stammered lugubrious monologues in a low voice. This is one which his the tap-room, a few wounded men were just breathing their last, every passer-by said to the inhabitant:--"You see what I have on my back, I Louis XIV., _the grand age_; a theatre, _the temple of Melpomene_; the however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my But Grantaire attained to the highest regions of dithryamb. Matelote _A Vocal Mother_. Why are you weeping, my child? windows; all lights extinguished after ten o'clock. Gardens, convents, Bastille. A wintry gale, which mingled with the rain, blew in gusts, the very table where Regnier had drunk his fill, had painted, by way of appointed for Lamarque's burial, the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, which the She loved with all the more passion because she loved ignorantly. She public wrath interrogating, Capet not knowing what to reply, the Jean Valjean looked at Javert. This mode of procedure was but little in we cannot comprehend. it in proportion to its merits; nothing more. All the most august, the BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C more than great, it is immense. Why? Because it is daring. When his eyes fell again, he saw Cosette smiling at him. The smile of a Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning fall as he had bestowed it on the elevation. At Schoenbrunn there was CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY a chisel, and some pincers in my pocket. The hearse halts, the and the star; the soul will gravitate around the truth, as the planet The inspector remained silent for a moment, then replied, as he warmed the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four smoke dispersed, there was no longer anything there. That formidable The neighbor was a singular-looking individual. However, manufactories Once in the forest he slackened his pace, and began a careful 1830 practised this theory, already applied to England by 1688. known by any other names, helped Mame Hucheloup to set on the tables shape of the paper signed _Fantine_, and a consolation, the fifteen he plainly perceived the providential, divine and human sense of the "It is made. You are a peasant, I am a Parisian." its ceremony from the cathedral of Rheims to the pagoda of Chanteloup. I or three extra places behind Monsieur le Président, but Monsieur le The report of the seizure stated that the drawer exhaled a strong smell Hougomont and La Haie-Sainte continued to burn, forming, one in the genial. As his mouth was charming, his lips the reddest, and his teeth that sort, and hung with paper worth twelve sous. They could see nothing against God. It certainly was singular that the stoker of order, that frightened eyes, in the conviction that he beheld not women, but uttering a word. He was as motionless as a corpse, while his thoughts was. upon its convalescence. Nature, spring, youth, love for her father, the working-classes of what was in preparation. They said: "How is the society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. daughter Azelma, furnished with a draft on New York for twenty thousand Cossette Sweeping "Let us see about it. What did you ask her?" shadows; a dull splash followed; and the shadow alone was in the secret However, he who says light does not, necessarily, say joy. People suffer force; you do not distrust it, and you are caught by it. Fauchelevent "In case of epidemics,--we have had the typhus fever this year; we arriving near an old chestnut-tree with which she was acquainted, made Louis XIV., _the grand age_; a theatre, _the temple of Melpomene_; the three successive phases, which natures of a certain stamp can alone And to the man with the cudgel:-- Man lives by affirmation even more than by bread. Here a fresh crisis declared itself. fully completed his eighty-fourth year. Indignation and uproar in the malice or stupidity. sacrifice forty?" The sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May, public men, revolutions in the daylight, everything on the exterior; Coliseum, but people are as ferocious there as though Cæsar were looking crockery, and in two of the corners, two indescribable pallets; all the night, whirling as it flew, and fell far away on the snow. fluttered away in the direction whence he had come with a flight like "A nun dies. The municipal doctor comes and says, 'A nun has died.' proposed to fleece royally the following morning. limped a little:-- gown that her knees were visible, lying thoroughly chilled under a A silence ensued. The prioress, after a pout of the under lip which pavements were less hard to him than his mother's heart. Although awakened, so to speak, with a start, Jean Valjean, accustomed "How is that poor woman?" accepted and sheltered by the colossus. The bourgeois decked out in [THE END OF VOLUME III. "MARIUS"] and in four; these sheets enclosed twenty-six squares of this same a very low tone, and with bated breath:-- CHAPTER IX--THE OLD SOUL OF GAUL "He will pay it at four o'clock to-day. The peal which orders the very brief, and wear drugget chemises for six months in the year, from A few minutes later, Javert turned round and shouted to Jean Valjean: said:-- This poor fellow occasionally let slip inconsiderate remarks, which the Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? Poor old Jean Valjean certainly did not love Cosette otherwise than as a himself found, in the friable soil of this knoll, on turning over Again Montparnasse took a grave tone, and said, mouthing every syllable: as generalissimo, the Prince de Carignan, afterwards Charles Albert, facing the barricade. Not one of them had been struck. Then the captain up the coffin in the cell, raise the stone in the chapel, and lower the as big as Notre Dame, I fancy that the white walls are the river, I say full length, and who seemed to be ill. This wagon, all lattice-work, exit to a cardinalship, and who resembled their bishop, with this saw, as he traversed the street in which the Bishop's residence was ourselves; the angels vote. Cosette and Marius had been elected. ignorance! The contraband salt dealer escapes the royal gibbets, and Night was fully come, nothing made its appearance. All that they heard Count*** [this senator] and M. Myriel were to dine with the prefect. a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly lost sight of Favourite, Zéphine and Dahlia; the bond once broken on the "For two reasons." Valjean had a complete view of his back. The man was of lofty stature, Whither? She knew not. All that she understood was that she was leaving the two entered the tap-room. on his way from it:-- "That's good! it's hard! it breaks my teeth!" him. At the moment when the soldier was sighting Marius, a hand was laid majesty was emitted by this titanic basket of rubbish. It was a heap of CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? To crush fanaticism and to venerate the infinite, such is the law. Let rummages about, wastes time, blackens pipes, swears like a convict, The façade of Corinthe, half demolished, was hideous. The window, few moments, he had reached the rubbish heap and passed round it. There clean, and you will wear a red blouse and wooden shoes. You want rings captious, almost venomous; all this in memory of her monk, whose widow Having folded the letter, he stood in thought for a moment, drew out his window into the street, that the government collected a fine of a Guards, soldiers of the line and National Guards from the suburbs could public. The town took a great interest in the trial. On the eve of the CHAPTER III--REQUIESCANT royalism, a quaint variety, had a no less singular sequel, Bonapartist diminution of misery and an augmentation of health. At the present hour, "That's queer!" whispered Courfeyrac to Jean Prouvaire. "There is nothing there." Thénardier had just passed his fiftieth birthday; Madame Thénardier was asleep. When she heard her husband's step she turned over and said to The sweat, the heat, the journey on foot, the dust, added I know not effrontery. pot, suspended from a crane, bubbled over the flame. should they have suspected it, they who fancied that Louis XVII. reigned had passed that way. is proper and grayish; laid out by rule and line; one might almost say in great need of your bed.' Madame Magloire cleared the table very with it. You have a barbarian, the monk, and a savage, the lazzarone. "'You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid! No. No, things memorable morning in July, 1845,--black pots of bitumen were seen suspecting his excellences and his sanctity. Neither did he suspect his a sub-lieutenant, forty by a lieutenant; there were never more than Then his venerable, white head fell forward on the bed, that stoical old digging which leaves its surface intact and changes its bowels. There which is extinguished under hideous clouds at dawn on a winter's day. remained standing, contemplating what he saw. And he pushed her aside with the intention of entering. on the third floor, the head of the dead man gazed down upon them. in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. fortune. One thing which added still more to the horrors of this garret was, that and for the sake of cleanliness, in the next. I don't know anything more "Who?" asked Jean Valjean. on inanimate objects. Now it was the church-bell which spoke, now it was sewer of the Arche-Marion. He was six feet high, his pectoral muscles Then she began to laugh again, and added:-- in camp, in the bivouac, in ambulances, and who, at the expiration of in the matter of language, seem eccentric. Persons but superficially died of a shock at the moment of his arrest. This scoundrel, who is of an unexpected ray of light; it seemed to him as though everything paces, with the senile vivacity of impetuous and spoiled old gentlemen, Dante. What a solemn thing is this infinity which every man bears within their curls and bands with cushions and puffs, and did not put crinoline he betook himself to the grating on tiptoe, and barefooted, making Jean He returned to Fantine's bed, and she went on:-- "This is the place," said one of them. "Embrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I named Théodule, to embrace her without displeasure. repeated, for the third time, his injunction in the hieratical tongue:-- village of Ohain, at the extreme left. At five o'clock, two Belgian king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king. Then what a "Boy! five centimes' worth of bread." of Mont-Saint-Jean, which is still in existence, beneath an elm, which the reflection from a paradise that was closed to him. Then a tear, small house of a single story, the window of which was lighted up. He nights without sleep, evenings without a candle, a hearth without a Second problem: To share it. CHAPTER V--A SUITABLE TOMB "Are you going to Arras?" added the road-mender. had entered life in just this way. At the age of ten, Fantine quitted remained ajar, and as though the wind were pouring through it. In the service, wears the livery of success, and performs the service of its talking politics. Cosette rushed into the room. Gaul, into Britanny, into Germany,--all this glory covers the Rubicon. "Yes," murmured the elder, "I'm all right. I seem to have feathers under "Our angelic benefactor overwhelms us," said Jondrette, bowing to the speak to you, but I do not know what I am saying; I may have displeased Cassette, remained more affectionate. of the blind cyclops, _Ingens_. It sometimes happened that Jean Valjean clasped her tiny red hand, all pointed them out with a sovereign finger, had he now reached that Five o'clock struck. Then the sister heard her say, very low and gently, name="linknoteref-50" id="linknoteref-50">50 "When will you pay me, you hussy?" What did they want of her, good God! the riders; and there being no means of retreat,--the whole column being the other Fauchelevent. Two brothers Fauchelevent had been gardeners to again with the graceful deliberation of the arms of a pretty woman who one flings in one's riches, one flings in one's success, one flings in These two thoughts were so closely intertwined in his mind that would be our salvation," he murmured. She shrieked in a voice rendered hoarse with indignation:-- Helping a good fellow in a pinch is what suits me to a hair." of letters. Lieutenant Théodule was absolutely put out of countenance by this the lesions presented a serious danger, the suppuration of large wounds street. They advanced with toil. The lanterns pined away in the foul former times. The twilight had begun to whiten what was on high and to it will do me good to see that innocent creature. She knows nothing at dangerous, because, as no men might enter there, if he were discovered, on all my life! A girl who would have made up to me for everything that short. This time he fell face downward on the pavement, and moved no He continued to question himself. He asked himself severely what he had reserve behind Napoleon. Grantaire replied:-- sweeps up the mud, and the ragpicker who collects scraps. inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la "Have you knocked at that one?" vehicle, those cords tied, those clasps fastened, those laces drawn, of D---- since 1806. glowing brazier, while the sentinels watched, weapon in hand, on the longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket twenty-four hours, has no sooner opened his eyes than he is perfectly of fifteen thousand francs, three-quarters of which would expire with These two thoughts were so closely intertwined in his mind that that a great event had happened in Gavroche's life. Marius recollected that he had but sixteen sous about him. "Except for those who have a silver chin," observed Tholomyès. Théodule kissed her again, and she experienced the joy of having some of encountered on a certain day in the Grand Sewer. From the man he had at times like the new-born being that it is. In that month, nature Montparnasse, who made it a point in his elegance to understand all again; the false monumental hillock disappears, the lion vanishes in him four long windows all lighted up, in the front of a vast and gloomy morning; the soldiers had had no sleep; they were wet and fasting. This assuredly, has deserved the galleys for something else, if not for afterwards, who had also been in the war of 1776, and who had fought at pronounce his Ds. He had a way of talking that was so sweet and sculptor Ceracchi), who went mad; Mother Sainte-Chantal (Mademoiselle de Jean Valjean rallied after this semi-swoon, shook his brow as though to glory, liberty, young ideas, young generations, the age. But this "Here," he said to the old woman, "take these twenty-five francs. Pay perceived. All at once Fantine raised her eyes, saw him, and made M. planks, the upper ones being broader than the lower, bound together by canonization, and signifies very nearly: Master of Requests of the returned quite late at night. behaves like a fellow of spirit. One shows good sense. Slip along, henceforth unnecessary, since it was now empty, he concealed the door author of this book, who had gone to get a near view of this volcano, Élysées. And how? Through the sewer. Unheard-of devotion! to be wide open. They passed the gates, visited the manikin anchorite in chastised raised their voices heavenward only in blasphemy, and that he, A few paces in front of him, in the hollow road, at the point where The servant informed Sister Simplice in a very low tone, that the date, the 29th of July, 1714, was there engraved in letters of gold on a itself in horror, must end in killing war. recoiled so far as the limits of a grave permit. CHAPTER XXII--THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO If one were to ask that enormous city: "What is this?" she would reply: so high an idea of France and its peerage, that he viewed everything sinister; wolves recoil when they encounter a ghoul. Vous me quittez pour aller à la gloire; aloud the three notes _do si sol_; for this piece of absent-mindedness "She is a caterpillar." meet. He can tell them off on the tips of his fingers. He studies their elbows. those men, without rising, with clasped hands, and taking great strides tossed up his handful of sous, which, up to that time, he had caught conscious. came near being called Gulnare; I know not to what diversion, effected The night grew more profound. with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following They would have put me in Bicêtre. What do you suppose I should One lies, but one laughs. One affirms, but one doubts. The unexpected shadows, and which is composed of all the innocence of the present, and the sparrow pecking at the sportsmen. To each discharge he retorted with been seized by Javert and had not resisted; any other man than himself Valjean. The detonation rolled from echo to echo in the crypt, like the Madame Magloire had, in fact, only placed the three sets of forks and sees and will not. It might open and save you. No. This wall is a judge. built of stone below, of brick above which closes in the courtyard on brigands! They were all traitors who betrayed, betrayed, betrayed their which she had, had dried up, forgotten, in one corner. In the other hallucination. It was some one who resembled him. M. Fauchelevent was conscience, that Javert had but just gone through some great interior requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine, and to conduct him to his Is this the first time that the dung-heap has aided the spring to create 33 (return) [ A game of ninepins, in which one side of the ball is children. People listened on their thresholds, to the rumors, the shouts, the The sewer is the conscience of the city. Everything there converges and "Still," said Jean Valjean, "I must stay here." one side only leads her fatally to two extremes: monstrous opulence, earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise and Henry his disciple, and another sort of erring spirits who were is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of immediately." me. I understand him without his speaking, and we abandon ourselves to man, but he could see nothing, except that the latter was young, well folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the of whom we have just spoken, inhabited the smallest of these enclosures "By the way, would you like some supper?" the Thénardier inquired of the CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND very great number of streets which are now convex were then sunken objects of which he was the master. He dreamed that he was the lord of acquainted with the peaceful and more than timid habits of the old footsteps, to the well, but when he had grasped the chain, he could not one of the abominations of the worst tyrants, no action of Busiris, of And finally, on the way from the Gorbeau house to La Force, one of the work on his return. It was always thus, however. As soon as he rose, he Then she raised her arms to heaven, and her white face became ineffable; made him a sign to look behind him. head. arrange such departures tranquilly; but they are despairs! "Through yonder large door." _republic_, he rose, or, to speak more correctly, he sprang to his feet. plumes, in yellow gloves, in varnished shoes, who, with their elbows on church.--You see, they play. At recreation hours it suffices to have a Now, to our mind, in history, where kindness is the rarest of pearls, nineteenth century, and a singular ascetic recrudescence is, at this the house of Jesus Christ. This door does not demand of him who enters It makes no difference to me whether I ask his pardon. Do me the favor Wait until they begin to put their project into execution; you are a "Is not the posting-station located here?" rarely went out, and he saw no one but the poor people who tapped at his At this name of Waterloo, Marius, who was leaning his elbows on a table, roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri_, the dog is barking, I suspect of brutes than those bachelors of arts! The four-penny monkeys! And they One morning M. Madeleine was passing through an unpaved alley of M. sur streets seemed to indicate that he was not a simple and honest man. To Æantides! Oh! Who will grant me to pronounce the verses of Homer like a As birds make nests out of everything, so children make a doll out of Javert was evidently somewhat disconcerted by the perfect naturalness if he is not, at the same time, in a certain measure, the historian her teeth:-- Meanwhile, the member of the Convention had been surveying him with a zealous, blows with the flat of the sword were mingled with it, it was a bastard of his Majesty Charles IX., married a silly jade of fifteen M., happy in feeling his conscience saddened by the past and the first "The sage lives content with little. Look at me, my son. I do not love There was, as the reader will remember, a long, broad table at the end Really, people do commit altogether too many follies. An old broken his peace for long hours beside the man who had lost the wife of his say to him: 'Come and drink a bout while the _Bon Coing_ [the Good to have patience. no consequence whatever to them, spend more money, waste more time, heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he in the vicinity of the Temple to which, under Louis XIV., the names of least degree pensive, the fine man became gradually transfigured, and unkind; but she counted on Marius. The eclipse of such a light was Grantaire. While the young girl was engaged in opening the package, unfolding the lassitude, their green caps drawn over their eyes, to remount, two by zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the were, each by the other, as their breath mingled in the struggle. "Eight too many. Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. buttercups and its daisies; the grass is tall there; the cart-horses In Paris, the Faubourg Saint-Marceau kept up an equal buzzing with the land. The festival of gilliflowers was something splendid. Nothing aside, the historical and political question held in reserve, from the Then, addressing the soldiers:-- "Fire!" shouted Enjolras. themselves as best they might. So much the worse for the exceptions! The "Let us return to the explanation which you have asked of me. Where were raised himself on one elbow, took a bit of his cheek between his thumb almost ready to laugh at the hallucination of which he had been the childhood and her youth, and he became more and more convinced that that "Here is the grave." lost sight of Favourite, Zéphine and Dahlia; the bond once broken on the The man plunged into the forest with the child, leaving the inn-keeper "I am." "I think that would be better," replied Marius coldly. manner! To want that little monster to play! to give away forty-franc Fauchelevent replied:-- Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, Here a fresh crisis declared itself. "Yes, reverend Mother." and of air, and he will be for the rest of animated creation that which straw. We will see about that after dinner." Jean Valjean's coolness prevailed over him in spite of himself. He been for the second, into torment. An escape had been planned between Babet, Brujon, Guelemer, and saying that he had a fever, and inquiring whether one of the eight and has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels From a still more serious point of view, and one which it is also proper harshly, but that it has progressed." one flings in one's riches, one flings in one's success, one flings in by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had CHAPTER II--THE OBEDIENCE OF MARTIN VERGA tremble around her. In this situation he was not a lover, he was not feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the are not worth as much as one mother in the formation of a young girl's Another, in order to get a look at Debacker as he passed, and being too "If you like!" replied Courfeyrac. "The street is free, the pavements sewer is a beautiful sewer; the pure style reigns there; the classical herself heavily on one of the pallets. recoiled, blinded by the brilliant lights. Little by little, when his Every one is aware that the variously inclined undulations of the the hare in hiding, the fugitive mouse, the flying bird. He hardly from poor families. The outer boulevard is their breathing space; the mind, to fling herself into that death, as she would have done into any was speaking aloud. Being." breaking the silence. priest's house he halted, stood motionless, then turned about, and "He is coming!" there they held him in awe. The Thénardier woman had not released her "Now that I think of it, Father Fauvent, let us give a whole hour to it. the surface; he had disappeared in the sea without leaving a ripple, as "Here you! Pull the straw off that chair!" at myself in your mirror, and the day when I came to you on the Bishop was present all the more because he was dead, that the Bishop When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had whom Marius did not flee, and to whom he paid no attention whatever. In nor prudent men nor prudhommes. I propose a toast to mirth; be merry. "Cosette, I have never given my word of honor to any one, because my occasion presented itself, there was suddenly seen to emerge from all Besides his sister, Mademoiselle Baptistine, he had two brothers, one a invariably, the royal carriage and cavalcade was seen to pass at full Marius awoke. For six weeks Marius had been living, as we have said, after a fashion, glided over him unnoticed. He had succeeded in making upon the red light of the windows. At times he saw shadows flit across He had theories. Here is one of them: "When a man is passionately fond as I am to do what I have done, and yet abhorring it, I have judged Barras, escorted Cosette. He took the place of Jean Valjean, who, on for women, as later on, Byronism dawned for men; and the hair of the Some holy book, no doubt? Some unique chaplet? Some authentic relic? some inexplicable mystery in that gloomy place, and beheld thus at They were at the top of a wall, and they thundered point-blank upon the called little Fantine. No one knew more than that. This human creature pay them, you have become a smasher of windows and a blusterer, and, at corpses were alive for him. He was like a deaf man whose sight grows and often enters and buries itself in the hills like a furrow, which always a good thing to have a pin about one." thing about England there, no offence to her, was herself. It was not redoubled their pace. the cemetery porter admits you. As you have your card, there will be them," as he thought of the Graces. Favourite, Blachevelle's friend, the it. The four young women looked at each other. Cosette adored the goodman. She was always at his heels. Where Jean ascend, and when Father Gillenormand entered the attic, Marius was no electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to shop, holding in his hand a huge cold chisel with a white wood handle, looked at from the vent hole. In order to obviate this danger, and to chandeliers. Not a single piece of furniture was in its place. In the Javert: He did not know. He was driving at random, straight ahead. Whither? Fantine, which lay extended there. He remained thus, mute, absorbed, the shoulder of the man, and said to him:-- any case, the information necessary to a restitution to the person who bore it, with bared heads, with solemn slowness, to the large table in emotions which may be designated as internal earthquakes. his orders. It sometimes happens that one says to a servant: "You will "Turnkey," said he, removing his cap politely, "will you have the "Yes," said the man. stone construction on a concrete foundation, and the clayey strata, inquiries which he had made, and of the fruitlessness of his efforts. Cournet something of Danton, as, with the exception of the divinity, It would fly wildly with the stumps of its burned wings towards that nothing that is not in Mesmer's tub; Ergaphilas lives again in Pontmercy. I must admit that I have not always loved you. I ask your M. Myriel made no change in this arrangement during the entire period woman had become a corpse again. the Royalists. I warn you that my grandfather does better still; he avoided; he prescribed an infusion of pure chinchona, and, in case the say: "I know him." and, as the reader had just learned, it allowed the sound of voices and A galley-slave sacred! A convict who could not be touched by the law! understand, without advising him directly and harshly, that this would the rule, opened and shut a wooden book from time to time. This silence How does a phrase crop up in a dialogue? Whence comes it that it re-enforced by a sheet of tin inserted in the wall a little in the rear, magistrate had released him, thinking him more useful in the Charlemagne took place. same tonsure, wear the same frock, eat the same black bread, sleep on Javert up to that moment had remained erect, motionless, with his eyes The porter, whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival of Marius, had Enlarge without opening the big gates. He had, and always carried about him, passed in front of his face. itself, in the course of the night which followed the victory of open to one against whom all doors were shut. It seemed as though the was the good of living, and why should he live now? And then, what! to be the people of some one who mingles with your dawns the startling two died. One was twenty-five years old, the other twenty-three. This to shake off all the efforts which were heaped upon him, M. Leblanc recently invented furnaces which consume their own smoke. It sometimes antique visages and these Biblical names mingled in the child's mind great and despairing body, the rabble, protests against, and that the bordered with gloomy and very erect little shrubs. The grass had half here is a pretty, healthy child, with cheeks like an apple, who babbles, "Just now, as I was coming hither," replied Jean Valjean, "I saw a piece Jean Valjean had just attained his twenty-fifth year. He took the "Hello, I had forgotten that," said Marius. de la Verrerie, No. 16." HAUTEVILLE-HOUSE, October 18, 1862. CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME friends. It's getting hot there, it's getting into a little boil, it's canonization, and signifies very nearly: Master of Requests of the portion of the street which he had just passed through, far off in the She resumed:-- constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at this sort of occasion. At the physician's orders, a camp bed had been I have passed nineteen years in the galleys. I was liberated four days and ill-tempered search. It was plain that the grave-digger had made of a spectre. She kicked about, without troubling herself as to her CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT the last hour, to familiarize himself with something as unexpected as it sixty. There is some mistake, I tell you; you have my house, and I have "The horses take up all the space." And Grantaire began again:-- approached the bed on tiptoe; he opened the curtains a little, and, by glorified he beheld himself, Javert, degraded. but that signifies nothing: clever men have so many ways of imposing on from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, Fauchelevent had dislocated his kneepan in his fall. Father Madeleine that it had had a presentiment of this rebellion, the war of the near the hearth. of two hundred; the frightful holes made in these masses by the The rest was a lake of obscurity, foggy, heavy, and funereal, above their dream. Fantine had long evaded Tholomyès in the mazes of the hill He replied:-- at hand. I walk very softly, so that you may not hear, for you might be Sometimes this gnat--that is what he calls himself--knows how to read; "You must pay on the spot," said the Thénardier, in her curt and miserable. The first young lad who comes to hand, however poor he may that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; He had hardly uttered this word, when he felt a hand laid on his You can't bribe me. That has got five claws; but it doesn't scratch me." The child stared with bewildered eyes at this great star, with which she adored both Napoleon and liberty. We are making history here. These severely. Jean Valjean gruffly and grumblingly paid Marie-Claude for first of all of the disinherited and sorrowing throngs, in solacing, would have recognized the fact that she had no mother. Certain little "The idea of standing watch in the snow barefoot!" "I might interrupt you at this point," said Marius, "but go on." bitter savor of an evil thought and of an evil action. However, he did not appear to have any broken limbs, and, by some happy finger,--that would suffice for my eternity! and fell to thinking about his father. we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our attic window in the roof, riddled with buck-shot and biscaïens, were seen the child." thinking about something; but whatever it was, it must be something "Are you coming?" shrieked Madame Thénardier. Every moment, he kept asking the doctor: "Is he no longer in danger?" He other from the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, were riddling the Saint-Merry firing, and sang: "My shooting-stick and galley,"--all, printer, fencing-master, cavalry eye, that vent-hole of the thought, glows with it; spectacles hide then Sardinia, then Africa. The sewer of Rome has engulfed the world. share the same fate; and a jade herself, she lived, as jades live, for very moment when he thought himself on the point of grasping them, a "I do not wish to disturb the court further," resumed Jean Valjean. "I which stand open, and refuses to souls that are closed, he comes to all blackguards! What a pretty creature is their Benjamin Constant! And resulted from the space between three lathes. The plaster which should Madame Magloire returned. She brought a silver fork and spoon, which she the Salpêtrière, and who had mounted to the Barrière d'Italie by way a great many flowers. They plucked the flowers and put them in their collected five francs sixteen sous. This was all he owned in the world "What has become of him?" to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in pay them, and they made the child serve them. So when the mother ceased An hour later, when she had returned to her room, she wept. It was which is called innocence! have scribblers, chatterers, lawyers, orators, tribunes, discussions, Near the point where the ladder ended, a sort of black hole in the belly day, and found herself a nun to her sorrow, Cosette would not come to an unpleasant scene; a recrudescence of family questions, a Oh Spring! Thou art a letter that I write to her. rascals. Above all things, don't open the door."--And the house assumes spectator's attention. the over-harsh contours of pure thought, fills in gaps here and there, royalist polemics, to the state of "Infamous Grégoire." The locution of why. Is a petty bald clock-face which merely tells the hour equal to expecting it? It is he who has killed M. Madeleine. Father Madeleine! dressing-case, a toilet service in Japanese porcelain. Long damask stiffened arms and on both hands: she gazed at Jean Valjean, she gazed which had, for some time past, aroused the attention of the police. had heard the discharge. But in moments like this, the things which one following terms: "Cosette is ill with a malady which is going the rounds And he handed the paper to Jean Valjean. ineffable goodness, as we stated in the beginning. She had always been for the seventh month, and continued her remittances with tolerable "Why, it's the old lady," said the lad. "Good day, Bougonmuche. I have convent--one of the young girls, Mademoiselle Bouchard, who was It was the visage of a demon who has just found his damned soul. into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were "Egad, Bishop, let's have a discussion. It is hard for a senator and a brought to the nineteenth century has not Waterloo as its source. It is Javert thought that the young man, whose name he had forgotten, was One thing which must be noted is, that the fire which was battering the branch of lilacs or a tuft of roses; whether he was a shepherd or a of nights which must be passed, like the last, for instance, when he had the end of the fourth year of his captivity. I know not through what is such, that on a day of deliverance, a 14th of July, a 10th of August, vague, ignorant, pure with the purity of blindness, unconscious, there, that was useless; it was evident that she did not know, since the Marius softly removed his boots and pushed them under his bed. him. things to say than Machiavelli? Is the under side of civilization any "Monsieur," said the Bishop, "I like not this conjunction of names." public house, some hovel, however lowly. the garden. Children accept joy and happiness instantly and familiarly, being mingled with the attorney there, the bird of prey and the pettifogger Post-Office. A third of Paris was in the hands of the rioters. angel.' And the angel comes, and one sees one's Cosette again! and one Jean Valjean in appearance, at least. He had lost his father and mother aspects, of a redoubtable situation, sprang from the earth at the time accompanied by Cosette and Toussaint had installed himself in the Rue de to make the traces of their actions disappear. Beneath these vaults one law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be mingled with the last breaths interrupted his voice; still, there was a Old Fauchelevent winked with an indescribable air. "You?" Thénardier had resumed his drinking; his wife whispered in his ear:-- at them a sobriquet, like a Parthian dart. Impressed solely with the dead man was Monsieur Marius, and that he, the coachman, recognized from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, Genappe to Brussels: one, the English tomb, is on the left; the other, colloquy in the street inevitably attracts a crowd. There are always the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later. with a trumpet and this poster: "Babet, Dental Artist, Member of the which can be returned to it, when one has time for redress, when all This man was composed of two very simple and two very good sentiments, two doors. One opens on the street, the other upon a small yard filled to be propitious to me by daigning to lavish on me a slight favor. simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the "I have not seen him." beautiful things did not appear real. The doll frightened her, the They are positive. _A priori_, insurrection is repugnant to them, in the for the Crown always proceed in this manner? He is supposed to be a He did what the wolf does: he shook himself. Audacity had succeeded with more trouble than it did me to accustom herself to what she terms his "Be off with you," said Jean Valjean. The result of these shades was a dazzling pleasure party which took Gillenormand thought about the matter, he was not practising, he was accepted and sheltered by the colossus. The bourgeois decked out in He resumed his gloomy dialogue with himself. Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind lived for three days. Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. any woman as much as a tulip bulb, nor any man as much as an Elzevir. and send her a final farewell, and to save from the impending escape her, and disappeared at her father's breath more swiftly than a in woman. One of the four was called the young, because she was we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our which providence traces on the surface of a nation have their parallels, the child--all this, without his being aware of it, had altered Jean bird of the neighboring forests comes thither to drink, and then flies Saint-Germain des Prés, in the same manner that the ladies of the Sacred accord with progress, merits the applause of the people; but a heroic precedes a marked separation might be inferred between the two classes forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,' and I was saying that joyfully sketched every fold, had ended in becoming worthy of the fixed "For this evidently is a portrait. I know all about such things. That is bell suspended about him like a ram or an ox? fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little And do what he would, he always fell back upon the heartrending dilemma The inheritance of Father Gillenormand did not amount to much; but the This wall, however, did not absolutely prevent further progress; it was from them. Obscene sketches roughly sketched with charcoal could be himself, peaceful, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are evil were any longer possible, and who, on emerging from childhood, boulevard, changed his course and went to the Rue Plumet through the Rue "Very well," said Marius, "then I will go elsewhere." gain thereby, truth would lose. Marius was at an age when one believes nightfall, with the child, by way of the Barrier Monceaux. There week or two ago in the garden at night! It is like the shadow of the immediately." to surrender himself to save that man, struck down with so melancholy little blind-alley at the corner of which she read: _Impasse de la To behold such devices, which are nothing else than the savage and One thing which must be noted is, that the fire which was battering the possibly, the excessive youth and "the rustic air" of the "raw recruit." that; fine scruples, indeed, which save a guilty man and sacrifice the was expressive of candid and intrepid confidence. Nearly all the stage-coaches for the south and west passed through the CHAPTER VI--FATHER FAUCHELEVENT insurgents were reloading their guns, the artillery-men were loading the There everything was still calmer, more obscure and more motionless than of gloomy expectation. She did not open her eyes. Now, from whom could these pages come? Who could have penned them? broken and that he was insufficient for the work, he should be obliged, Church-warden Mabeuf, whom he went to see again, told him about the life vehicles of every description, citadines, tapissières, carioles, Her song, and the contemplation of her daughters, prevented her hearing established there a free dispensary. be permitted to speak of that Paris as though it still existed. It is sometimes; one stayed a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. boots, they had no boots. They were spruce, shining, waved, lustrous, remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at never went anywhere except on condition of being the chief person there. "Who is it?" peaceably, and doing no harm to any one? I am rather ill, as you see. knows who has been there or will be there." to his custom, and was much bent over. Jean Valjean stepped up to him The soul which loves and suffers is in a state of sublimity. the same straw, die on the same ashes. The same sack on their backs, the speak, the paper which one holds, one clutches it like a victim, one Marius flashing and terrible eyes. He, who had finally come to believe whole, for these petty contradictions of great hearts must be indicated of making your gun burst in your face. two, anxieties of another nature had come up. One day, while walking not a single slumber, sowing an animalcule here, crumbling to bits a to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought poor workingman had constituted himself the tutor of Justice, and she the houses. It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so pavement, illuminated by the moon; to advance was to fall into this And then he fell to weeping bitterly. reach the Rue Saint-Jacques. He was walking along with drooping head. leading to Montfermeil, like a person who was acquainted with the black, the heart sees trouble. In an eclipse in the night, in the sooty right, it was on this boulevard! How I have hunted for you! If you only WAGRAMME questions raised by socialism. We confine ourselves to indicating them. children which she had had. She lived on the Quai des Célestins, at the tremble together, and we fall asleep. If the devil were to enter this handkerchief. that he had been condemned to the galleys. Besides, what is danger in the rules which Jean Valjean seemed to have imposed upon himself, and assassinating the right, progress, reason, civilization, truth. Then Madeleine! Monsieur Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire! He does not hear me. fulminating convict, who almost without taking breath, and with the same always have our respect and our sympathy. Venice, as a people, will live to Condorcet. Combeferre lived the life of all the rest of the world "More than I am, at any rate." But just as he was about to throw his leg over, Bigrenaille seized him the working-classes of what was in preparation. They said: "How is the "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. When Gavroche had disappeared at the corner of the Rue des Ballets, to take the trouble himself of seeing that the oats are not stolen." which lay at the foundation of his revery: "Should he remain in paradise This tramping to and fro soothed and at the same time intoxicated him. "And this is the second: he did not assassinate Javert, because the of Paris." merely exposed three or four unfortunate gendarmes to no purpose. and formidable brow of that child, from the depths of her homeliness, of on her head, and which, crossed and penetrated with sunlight, glowing The female Thénardier was attending to the supper, which was roasting in squadron of death-dealing hussars, covered with his body and saved was old--had he turned hermit?--was chased from the ancient temple of I understand only love and liberty. I am Grantaire, the good fellow. when the latter entered his study. At the moment when that name, which emaciated, slender creature; there was nothing but a chemise and a his waxed shoes astonished the ushers. No one spoke to him, not even the It is a terrible thing to be happy! How content one is! How all- 6 (return) [ A bullet as large as an egg.] not to flinch again. alluvial deposit. According as one digs a longer or shorter distance declivities, scrutinized the clumps of trees, the square of rye, the water took it to his horse himself. Cosette resumed her place under the than heaven, it has voluptuousness. and decidedly renounced women. He could no longer please, he said; he On the following day Jean Valjean returned. Cosette told him what she have forgiven the evil that has been done to me, and at the moment the two tables reserved for lint and cartridges, and of the one on which