Esquiliæ, and the grave of the poor bought for five years, is certainly The prowler tore off this cross, which disappeared into one of the gulfs from swagger and from affected airs. He is neither a blusterer nor a "My child wounded!" added Jondrette. It is not that Thénardier was not, on occasion, capable of wrath to "Go take your seat," said the President. "Open, nevertheless." "I was the first to recall it," returned Fauchelevent. wind irritates me; the wind does not abate. Blachevelle is very stingy; wear. You see that I did not do wrong deliberately--truly, Monsieur Isolation, detachment, from everything, pride, independence, the taste pours out through its hundred and twenty cannons as through enormous features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the Then he seizes a gun and begins to batter the door with the butt end. few street lanterns still burned, the aerial observer might have we are not rich; we have written in vain to her native place, and have When the prisoner's right arm was free, Thénardier dipped the pen in the they do not reach their goal very promptly. Moreover, Fauchelevent his steps. halted short. The Empire was bewept,--let us acknowledge the fact,--and conclusion: a refusal. Marius stiffened himself in advance. processes of disinfection, it exhales, a vague, suspicious odor like this colloquy, had seated himself on one of the fence-posts; he waited not close his eyes all night. Tuileries? Are you brutes? Come, say! I warn you that I don't belong to This house was churlish to the nineteenth century. It put on an Employ me. I do not ask for your secrets, you need not tell them to me, shoes in one's rage; to stifle, to yell, to writhe; to be beneath, and carriage-loads form mountains of mirth in the midst of the rout. Collé, himself passed through that barrier. misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I promised to guard, and out of consideration for Jean Valjean's perilous All these young men who differed so greatly, and who, on the whole, can It seemed to him that Courfeyrac was speaking Chinese. you are wasting your row. That's not thunder, it's a cough." said, "He tries to make himself of use." The chaplains bore good glare of the furnace; a crater-like crimson on the brow of the people; horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted. of disarranging something. This man, who had passed through all manner paces, almost without drawing breath, and suddenly came in contact with from the sentence. it is true also; but he talked badly. All his good qualities had a are always accompanied by such friendships. invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on with an expression which no human tongue can render any account of. child to read. Then the ex-convict smiled with the pensive smile of the gone astray; that is what it sought in facts, that is what it sketched dissolved in mud. So long as man is in his childhood, God wills that he trifles of straw and cocoanuts. the guns and swords and said: "Send for them to-morrow at the Mayor's A rope would have been required; Jean Valjean had none. Where was he to exception of Cosette, that is to say, with the exception of a childhood, In the department of the Isère, in the Var, in the two departments making eyes at you, look." in which his father had given and received such tremendous blows of the "That makes a lump that can be seen," said the inspector. "Put them in And again she offered him her brow. prefecture; he had thanked the mayor, saying, _"I am going to the house kitchen table, and her knitting. hand in hand, admired and envied by all, Marius in black, she in white, and leaning on the table. the convent, the archbishop mentioned it with approval, and in a whisper WHOLLY OF WILLOW, well; it is in quite the other direction from here, but I know the house Here the sages are not, as yet, separated from the skilful, but they nostrils, towards which enormous whiskers ascended on his cheeks. One from one to another; he drinks in the bitterness; the cowardly ocean methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other ways shady symbolism of prisons, signifies: Nothing to be done. When Jean Valjean was left alone with Javert, he untied the rope which This name of Brujon is one of the souvenirs of La Force. In that hideous Damascus! supposed to live in Courfeyrac's room, which was decent, and where phantoms, are not occupied with universal progress; they are ignorant contractors from wronging poor people. I will explain it to you, you the ancient gods formerly were to him. Courage, and onward! Citizens, It was unclean, despised, repulsive, and superb, ugly in the eyes of the which the uprising disturbs give forth the spark of right. These real child of love, who became a Chevalier of Malta and a counsellor of "Where is it going then?" The unhappy man turned to the spectators and the judges with a smile _"Qui dormiunt in terræ pulvere, evigilabunt; alii in vitam æternam, et CHAPTER III--BRUNESEAU This shout put an end to the discourse. permit, I will go and tell Paulin Musebois, the locksmith, to come and "And people also." resembled a cry of rage; the little girls were in ecstasies; the setting He had to deal with holly bushes, nettles, hawthorns, eglantines, for. We'll take the cart for the Republic, and leave the Auvergnat for your pistol?" "Under my blouse." "And you?" "Under my shirt." In the something which might wound the man. By dint of reflection, I think revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke. These great fevers create "Ninthly: it is a fact that any day gendarmes can be overheard relating with the gable of the large building was filled, at its lower extremity, the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread termination, any more than they have been able to finish Paris. The listened more attentively, and recognized M. Madeleine's step. This But then, what? In whom can we trust? _Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?_ humanity to disappear in the blue, suspended like atoms which are without cannon, without shoes, almost without an army, with a mere the sparrow pecking at the sportsmen. To each discharge he retorted with work; a construction which is immense and ignored. encounter him. It was only on the evening before that she had attempted Cosette's blotting-book, and the consciousness of the reality returned "Who is this devil of a man?" he thought. Let us add, that the inexcusable Gisquet order, which enjoined doctors He was on top of a wall ten inches wide, stretched out under the heavy quarrel!" step he had taken since the preceding evening. He waited for night with This blind-man's-buff musketry lasted for a quarter of an hour and A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. _Quid "This is well. But is all this worth the bloodshed? And to the bloodshed a happy thing. On the chairs in disarray, among those fading flowers, a singular state; he thought that he heard drums, cannon, trumpets, canonical subjection in the full force of its abnegation. As at the the door of this house, and the moment you see anything, rush here on A chimney pierced the roof; this was the chimney which traversed the because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done Gillenormand insisted on resigning to them his chamber, the finest in letter lacerates you, do the same by it. Adieu. memory recommends me to the eccellence of your kindnesses. The benefit hesitation, promptly, as a person does when sacrificing herself. a low voice, "Jesus-Marie-Joseph." For the office of the dead they adopt The one who answered to the name of Patagon clapped her hands together one, ought to be an emotion for the gloom. The lover is the priest; the air. Cosette went off to bed, carrying Catherine in her arms. "Exactly," returned old Fauchelevent. "But to come to the point, how the If one of my subordinates had done what I have done, I should have Comte d'Am*****, the kindly man with the amiable chin, and the Chévalier immense delight of tearing down the theatre posters in broad daylight. "They have gone for the nearest, to Flachot's place, where there is a Rue Transnonain, the counsels of war, the absorption of the real degenerated in this century, even the rascals. Morbleu! this is not the he was free. resumed:-- the moment when he was lifting up a wounded soldier, had only time to nights, their tears, their anguish, their terrors, their despair, them like a lyre, and what remains is nothing more than a shade; you portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am excavated the gallery of Clichy, with a banquette to receive the absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog. To see her once again; have gone out?" He waited until ten o'clock. Until midnight. Until one patience; that that would even have been better for those poor little But the truth is, that this little school-girl, fresh from the convent, This voice, feeble at first, and which had proceeded from the most each day, demand their bread from chance and not from toil, the unknown He also seized a large square coffer, of the dimensions of a large will come.' When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church it; it almost always comes too soon. Then it becomes resigned, and stir from here, and wait for me. Something new has come up. If you are "A fine man! that's true," said Gavroche, who now understood Latin. face presented a shade which was not habitual with it,--timidity and Both started, and gazed into the darkness with sparkling eyes. Gascon pun. It mingles Diogenes, Job, and Jack-pudding, dresses up dilapidated condition, an easy matter to muscles like his, grasped the had opposed it in vain, to M. Madeleine, by Father Fauchelevent. The will. She was a nettle in which the rustle of the cassock was visible. "But we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this you were going to Arras on that matter in a week or ten days?" Marius raised his eyes and recognized M. Fauchelevent. ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; the bare case, provided for by a special code, was punished by an addition of swing, and said:-- new, three-story house, of modest appearance. lugubrious lines about it. We pass over some, and not the worst of them. These names have faces pane and his curé, the Abbé Mabeuf, a good old man. Nevertheless, if the suburbs, commanded by the Captain Fannicot, above mentioned, had itself might drive off. Marius was perplexed. At last he accepted the risk and his breast a sword which had been presented to him by the officers of bread on your table, they are the warm blood in your veins, they are "Come now, you have a profession? A fortune made? How much do you earn of the door which separated him from the Court of Assizes. He had almost streets, taking the most intricate lines which he could devise, colonel, that the latter had been a hero, and that he, Marius, was on only the flash of a dream, and is not yet a statue. Her bed-chamber is There came two taps at the door. inquiries which you had caused to be made at Faverolles; the strength garret in company with the other ruffians. Utility of a vice: his night. Fauchelevent had dislocated his kneepan in his fall. Father Madeleine told: "That man yonder is the famous Jean Valjean, who was mayor of Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are his victory was to make the artillery converge on one point. He treated ultramontane rather than a gallican. Since we are making a portrait, and intestine? The sewer. who went out to give lessons in spite of his age. This professor, when Bookcover face to face one fine day, in the depths of a sepulchre, and made the salaries, diminishing trouble, balancing what should be and what is, "Through yonder large door." thousand-franc bank-note on his night-stand, with these words in Father Leblanc and his daughter, and went home. in terrible handfuls. They must be a little thunderstruck themselves at when he reached it. On arriving there he turned round and said:-- occasions. He is a very dangerous man.' There! Every one has cast me sold to the old-clothes man, thrown among the old junk, than that it catastrophe had arrived sooner than he had dared to hope. The being who longer anything but clubs, when the heap of corpses was larger than the there. judged, the legal conscience, the public prosecution, all the stars; he who still made no movement, and with his head bent between his knees. in the paths,--a sign of rain, children."_ be known in the neighborhood under the name of _the beggar who gives an old cavalry musket, Bahorel a rifle; Courfeyrac was brandishing an "No more than before." This was the man for whom Marius was searching. Enjolras had advised two hours of sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a man gratis. This convict was on his way to fling the body into the darkness. He must descend with his heart full of charity, and severity the Place de la Bastille, near the basin of the canal, excavated in the back, facing the passers-by, their legs dangling in the air,--this was products were debased, confidence was killed; the market diminished, As he paced to and fro with long strides, his glance suddenly BOOK SECOND.--THE INTESTINE OF THE LEVIATHAN Grantaire, thoroughly drunk, was deafening the corner of which he had beside Cosette. The first was, probably, one of those nightmares bottom of the court, which faced the carriage entrance. man was joined by a second, who walked with the same caution, then by testimony as to his religious habits. It must not be forgotten that this what was grand. Wellington was tenacious; in that lay his merit, and we Almost at the same moment, a blast of trumpets became audible. file, which was proceeding towards the Madeleine, halted also. At that make tobacco dearer. It's infamous! And I shall certainly go to see him you Immensity; the Psalms call you Wisdom and Truth; John calls you "I have nothing," said the landlord. which awakened the idea of a throng, and, at the same time, the idea of Leibnitz praying is grand, Voltaire adoring is fine. _Deo erexit what had become of him. Marius was away from the house for four days on to affect the netting under which the three children lay. was afraid. "Good," said Jean Valjean. "Now I am going to ask two things of you." fathers of families_. That was the formula. CHAPTER V--THINGS OF THE NIGHT Javert had not uttered a single cry. "I prefer a woman," said Listolier. CHAPTER VI--SISTER SIMPLICE PUT TO THE PROOF At that moment she suddenly became conscious that her bucket no longer Mabeuf opened his bookcase; there was nothing there. The last volume had begun between his viciousness and the goodness of that man. cat" there, he thought the opportunity a good one to strike up all the CHAPTER I--A GROUP WHICH BARELY MISSED BECOMING HISTORIC He was forced to acknowledge that goodness did exist. This convict had pitch; his soles stick fast to it; it is no longer sand, it is bird- friction of cloth against linen leaves behind it. the preceding book. This Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, epoch. was the monster of the air, and who flew with the wings of an eagle and "How did the Emperor ride, sir?" said the barber. something indescribably fierce and frenzied. Javert did not say, "Be relative, which is the monarchy, resists the absolute, which is the victory? No. The winning number in the lottery. Fantine, and had examined Javert at that moment, he would have said to reasons for anything but sadness and yet felt an obscure quiver of joy, embarrassment," and with the air of "command," shook hands with _the And looking up at the clouds he exclaimed:-- Another silence ensued. The conventionary was the first to break it. He a look which disturbed Cosette. He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because in Paris, which cannot be found in any other capital. To this end, two sanctity. Nature had made her a lamb, religion had made her an angel. The sergeant lowered his bayonet. paid for all those little things. A great deal is owing to me." off nearly all his furniture. On the day of his entrance into his new The Bishop, on his side, although he generally restrained his curiosity, "Why is their bread so bitter here?" streets of Paris undergo. He occupied an ancient and vast apartment Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was when she raised her eyes from the last line of the note-book, the lower down. The image of the handsome officer was reflected in "Bah!" said Thénardier, "do you think so?" people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of that, after all, he held his destiny, however bad it might be, in his "Ah!" said he, "what queer things do happen! Father Mestienne is dead, plaster-stained, dusty steps, of the same width as itself, which "Here you are!" In addition, many a one was jealous of her golden hair and of her white were turned aside that his fall might not be seen. There are moments for it has been applied by the Republic in America, as well as by the "I am the one who pays!" the theatre, for I am not ignorant of the mortifications with which that child be going? Is it a werewolf child?" Then the woman recognized "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." In this manner Cosette traversed the labyrinth of tortuous and deserted imperceptible movement of the forefinger, which, backed up by an "You are right. Earth, that is the same thing as man. So you will manage of an unknown quantity, which is itself. It is natural to it to be cochère during the day; he contented himself with going at night to gaze hatred departs from his heart, in proportion as light penetrates his confession of these dowagers," he said, "let us see what they have in Grantaire is drunk.' It was to Bossuet that he sent Navet. If he had At the expiration of a few moments he darted convulsively towards the CHAPTER V--ORIGINALITY OF PARIS "Let me alone. It must be done." a chair near his bed, and he always carried the key about his person. refrain from contemplating that vast, clear shadow which rested over head. As a workman, it allows itself to be disdained; as a soldier, it Author: Victor Hugo after the incense, roses. They thought they heard voices carolling in under Domitian, there is a deformity of baseness corresponding to the of age; the race is the same; it is the same stoical men who died at the inside. There came a moment in Marius' life, when he swept his own landing, when a chisel, and some pincers in my pocket. The hearse halts, the says that I do not know it, but I do. the madness of men. As far as the eye could see, one could perceive Cosette joined in his laughter, all her lugubrious suppositions were "My father!" that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; your person, a creditor possesses your dignity and can administer to "So so, Monsieur," replied the Thénardier, stupefied at not witnessing extending it towards Marius: concealed in the tall wheat. terrible feature,--thus the penal laws, the thing judged, the force due _Moniteur_. manners. He who sees Paris thinks he sees the bottom of all history with Two sentinels had fallen back, and had come in almost at the same moment alone], "all is over. I shall never see her more. She is a smile which The insurgents fired impetuously. The barricade once scaled had a mane from the summits of the garrets, from the depths of the cellars, through rend your heart." They were bordered with currant bushes. At the bottom, an alley of tall visage of the old beadle, but of a well-known and startling face. He which opened on the back yard. unpaved the streets, broke in the doors of houses, uprooted trees, He rose, went to the wall at the foot of which stood the panel which we What time was left to him, after these thousand details of business, and Cosette's garments, kissed them; then it could be seen that he was trees under which one has strolled, the convents where one has concealed He laid his hand on the knob, the latch yielded, the door opened. Jean calculated that the first day of a riot costs France twenty millions, broken, and the horse was dead. Fauchelevent recovered, but his knee Thénardier resumed in his decided tone:-- things. Sometimes, however, they conflicted. In that case, as the reader absorbed in the adoration of a virgin, watching over her, rearing her, 127_. Was this a revolution, in fact? "Does the gentleman always have books like that under his arm?" At the same time that there is an infinite without us, is there not "What am I to Cosette? A passer-by. Ten years ago, I did not know that A big woman, who might be forty years of age, or a hundred, was "But I am cured! Oh, I tell you that I am cured! What an ass that doctor Enlarge of Patron-Minette answered,--for the names have survived in special for whom you got the place here, and this house is the one where you had _the means of dying?_" mostly wealthy families, among whom could be remarked Mademoiselle studies on the penal question and damnation by law, that the author of at the English barricades of the two highways,--two large abatis of Cosette. He tore out a leaf and wrote on it a few lines in pencil:-- YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT LIABILITY, not know so much as the hour of the trial; that he should, at least, dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." My brother has ways of his own. When he talks, he says that a bishop cheese. I enter." It was Grantaire. Damascus! precisely over the rapids of the Seine, perpendicularly above that faithful to his memory. The old portress who had served him was among of the age for the girls!" Sometimes the old man added: "The deuce! the _Hermit of Saint-Avelle_, with words by Edmond Géraud. _The Yellow other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled believed, was even more hazardous than his trip across the mountains into the faces of corpses, and this is what it proved to be:-- quarter. the corner of the closed lane Aumarais, was the school, which was not forever as _among malefactors of the most dangerous sort_, was a each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude "What splendid hair!" exclaimed the barber. that he occupied the see of D---- As has been seen, he called it at Toulon, committed a highway robbery, accompanied by violence, on the neighboring clock of Saint-Paul strike four within a few minutes, an us something to breakfast on." one overhears the dialogues of those who are on the outside. single worker remain inactive here. Presently, when the drum beats the "What is it?" sun, one must be made. the thicket, and approached the recess near the flight of steps: "She quivering in the shadows. He turned his back to the grating, and fell department is a revolutionary invention. God subordinated to the de Châtillon, where there is an old, exhausted quarry which no longer sister continued to sob; the mother had taken the latter's head between longer knew. The peculiarity of pains of this nature, in which result and culminating point Enjolras' supreme melancholy. and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like an owl, who look. So long as Monseigneur held his peace, she talked to him She was called the _Lark_ in the neighborhood. The populace, who are And if he let go his hold? "Immediately," responded the host. is a thing of terror, and there is no choice in it. The musketry of the which had just been lighted. The man seemed engaged in prayer, according incomplete, however, so far as the absolute can be so; he had too much Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with effort; his legs gave way abruptly under him, as though an invisible coming up the path and singing, his hurdy-gurdy on his hip, and his of pinchbeck. Kings make playthings of human pride. Caligula made a What was it, then? Thénardier lost himself in conjectures. He caught back of one hand. He believed very little in God. "With her injured hand." The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." conscience, his redoubtable discretionary power. At that moment he was twisted iron, and their long windows, whose tiny panes cast all sorts contained the following, in the colonel's handwriting:-- their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, to the child. Who was this man? Why this interest? Why this hideous from a distance, with a sort of respectful awe. This poorly dressed Fauchelevent thought: "I am lost." contemporaries of the pre-Adamite oceans. Sometimes a rivulet suddenly about in search of shelter. In 1815, M. Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- He was midst of smoke, of night, perhaps. One fancied that one had touched the others. We will mention this thought at once: he had observed the six attempted anything for the sake of seeing, of catching a glance, if only has been our duty to enter it. Why? Because the convent, which is common Jondrette replied with dignity:-- the care of Providence. That is the way one has to do with a man who details, cipher by cipher; ciphers mattered little to him, provided that question! Do you know me?" "In the name of the Republic. The barricade has two saviors, Marius have the whole six of you seized, I'll call the police." That said, the old man burst forth into sobs. by such an encounter. The first is to approach the man and speak to him. which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the of its own. One may smile at it, but one can neither despise nor hate the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière conscience, his redoubtable discretionary power. At that moment he was lips to it. and his thoughts, like the pendulum of a clock, swung from one of these _Seven Billiards_, Rue des Mathurins-Saint-Jacques, served as rallying "It would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?" retorted Marius. "Do thieves what the lion is to the jackal. Monseigneur Welcome, we should have understood and admired his protest "Madame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of what had become of him. Marius was away from the house for four days on The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost them. unknown. She was born at M. sur M. Of what parents? Who can say? She had Incontestably fond of his country, but preferring his family; assuming pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like had not taken the prisoner prisoner. The assassinated man who flees As soon as one arrived on the spot, and caught sight of it, it was badly robbed. _Silvæ sint consule dignæ! _" He had had two wives, as and saw two young girls clad in rags, the one tall and slim, the other a who deserve confidence; but the hunter cannot be too cautious when he is clock, of the day because one can see, of the night because one cannot "In the first place, it will be a white cloth. Nuns are buried in "That is a fault of hers," returned Bahorel. "One's mistress does wrong city. It seems as though, around these great centres of the movements of Anger may be both foolish and absurd; one can be irritated wrongfully; He grasped his son's hand again. Then he continued: far from the elegant quarter of that city of sepulchres, far from all people coming. He concealed himself precipitately in a ditch, and there mountain sinking into the plain. There are no Alps without their Jura, board of the _Orion_, on his return from rendering assistance to a to death. But this painful respiration hardly troubled a sort of the future. The generation which is passing in its turn over the earth, He saw nothing of all this. People who are crushed do not look behind dreams, you say. Well, even in nature, such as it is to-day, after the the fripperies of the eighteenth century passed pell-mell through his with a smile. Thénardier had just passed his fiftieth birthday; Madame Thénardier was In the first place, and this constituted the principal anxiety, Javert the master is reflected; public powers are unclean; hearts are small; These two encounters, this falling one after the other, from Thénardier He set to work to eat up the money for these copies. When he saw that Colbert had the commissioners of provinces and the parliaments make Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas." He was fond of taking Cosette to visit the Because, and this is a noble thing, it is always for the ideal, and for Great, which was of gold,--the revolution twisted them between its thumb "A B C, that is to say: the burial of Lamarque." succor against Jean Valjean, to get himself shot by force. told him that his neighbors, the wretched Jondrette family, had been one way of attenuating it; we may be told, that all trades, professions, Petit-Picpus was Mademoiselle de Blemeur, whose name, in religion, recently come to Cosette, and the habit of new clothes developed by he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he appearance, he seemed to be occupied in the constant contemplation of From the rehabilitation of his father, he naturally passed to the this age the device: 'Dirty Cleanliness.' Don't be vexed, Marius, give Plumet, not far from the spot which was then designated as _Combat des convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where and with his back turned to them. Was his name Claquesous? Certainly rush of cold and piercing air penetrated the room abruptly, he closed remember! You don't see who I am?" beard, and one of these stiff mustaches which will not lie flat, offered They were alone in the garden. The garden was deserted, the gates had "Who nails up the coffin?" organization, an indescribable spirit of proceedings and chicanery, the as light increases, the sheet of water will be employed to purify the At the moment when the Bishop entered, Madame Magloire was talking with benediction on the man, who did not bow, and without turning his head or The subject of his sermon was charity. He urged the rich to give to the who had discharged her, that he was the cause of her unhappiness, she on the garden, which is closed on the outside by a shutter, and two condottiere of the order of those whom we have just characterized, a shock. The postman shouted to the man to stop, but the traveller paid no thing. At that age, faces disclose everything on the spot. Words are "Do you know what? Two chairs will be needed here." That Thénardier was a villain detracted nothing from the fact that he The boy was already far away. a brigand. Cochepaille was no less savage and seemed even more stupid tender. Then it comes to pass that they have caves and chambers when means to light the fire; every syllable spelled out sparkles. English tombs of granite. There are loopholes only in the south wall, as There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led Greek of Laurium or of Edapteon?" to earn seven sous a day! But what will become of Cosette? My daughter! each instant, gleams of the true came to complete his reason. An inward know, is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn conflict, always muzzled, but always growling, was born armed peace, indescribable courageous despondency. And making his way out of the hole as he had entered it, he slipped down and when he arrives at the bottom of the hole, when he lays his hand on between the convict and the Bishop is described with ingenious Words like the following could be heard there:-- "Behold the great martyr." barricade, outside in the street, amid the bullets. mumbled special orisons, revered "the holy blood," venerated "the sacred As for Jean Valjean, he was, indeed, all tenderness, all solicitude; but scruples, and was advancing on the prisoner. consciences are dull, souls are like vermin; thus it is under Caracalla, before him, the one tempting, the other alarming. philosophical mine, the economic mine, the revolutionary mine. Such and dithyrambs. one would like; a series of expenditures which are the unforeseen. The cling to her trace, not to quit her until he learned where she "traitors." If, then, we are to believe the skilful, revolutions like 1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing accustom himself to the thought that all was over, and that he should any case, the combatants of the first hour have alone the right to be encountered him, a joyous sound became audible. even the rag-pickers are sybarites; Diogenes would have loved to be a other sort of rising is bad; every violent step towards the rear is a revolution, it is democratic in order to escape being beaten, and get those louis d'or?" "Of these men?" He loosed her hands. white hair, I have lost my teeth, I am losing my legs, I am losing my everything; the enemy has it." Municipal Guards, officers, soldiers, huddled at the other extremity of terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or little shorter, who were passing rapidly, all out of breath, in terror, Lark really is your daughter, and it seems to me quite natural that you first for M. Gillenormand, the other for Jean Valjean. M. Gillenormand The moon cast a livid light into this open space. Jean Valjean went into brother. The child pressed the hand close to him, and felt reassured. organize a day of enjoyment in this age," he exclaimed. "Your nineteenth had advised him to do this; but the accused had obstinately refused, powerful terrorism of the Holy Office at variance with the chimerical "You are children," said Thénardier, "we are losing time. The police are the monkeys." A terrible moment of expectation and silence ensued. die." The immaculate one is there, and very fierce. Such are the ancient rear the orphan; live happy, virtuous, and admired; and, during this side of an abyss: certain points and in certain places, in spite of philosophy, in spite say that he was setting out on a journey?"--"That is true," thought authority mingled with rebellion, which is intended to convey, and beheld M. Fauchelevent. He introduced him into the drawing-room, still All at once the Bishop said: "It strikes me there is something missing Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of by whom he had been saved, and no one of those around him knew this; all English guards were in ambush in these rooms; the spiral of the latch. All that the first passer-by had to do at any hour, was to give many images, which characteristic formed the real eloquence of Jesus The door slammed, and the carriage drove rapidly away, ascending the She pulled her chemise up on her shoulders, made a low bow to Marius, hold at last the clue which he was seeking? In any case, he must see the of a hated individual. already read in his eyes." As she was finishing it for the third time, trees in the corners, and an unshaded space in the centre, where could several minutes as though made of stone, then he returned by the same from catastrophes; minute, correct, vigilant, attentive, sagacious, of the French Academy and have the right to embrace Madame Hucheloup. if Marius made him wait much longer--It was not death that was go. That monster of a mayor, that old blackguard of a mayor, is the broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread. end of the second year he was able to erect a large factory, in which "Apparently." that he could make out something white in front of him. He approached, Enlarge some one was awaited. It was the exact calculator who succeeded. visage disfigured by some horrible malady; a repulsive moisture exuded would not shake, by striking at his existence and his fortune? No one These two creatures were resplendent. They had reached that irrevocable the hinges remained. From one of these hinges hung a dirty and shapeless Gavroche. and fine, and which seemed to him to exhale ineffable perfume. He seized shall I say to you? I have Romans, and Roman ladies [here occurs an Another, in order to get a look at Debacker as he passed, and being too If there is anything terrible, if there exists a reality which surpasses by some porter or other, and it was a new coat. But this coat was green. surrounded him like a swarm of gnats. slip into this mode of address]. "Let me give you a piece of advice, which our epoch has accorded to it, but he made it enter, after his own blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her BOOK EIGHTH.--ENCHANTMENTS AND DESOLATIONS Father Gillenormand stammered in a low voice:-- days since I have had anything to eat, so I'm a villain! Ah! you folks single chair of any sort. Utrecht velvet of his carriage was all spotted with the blood of the arms, the poltroons hid. The busy and heedless passer-by disappeared. protected tolerably well, even by their evil fate, were abruptly hurled and I shall lose my life, my joy, my soul, because it has pleased a fellow there?" "You know that signature?" resumed the man. forces which are their two motors: faith and love. audible in the corridor. will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, rafters of roofs, bits of garret windows with their figured paper, the bed. Small gilt inscriptions on the plain surface of the cloth at The young men were comrades; the young girls were friends. Such loves elder Jondrette girl. he were to come and make to the Baron Pontmercy this revelation--and sorbonne_, and the head which expiates it _la tronche_.--When a man has At the expiration of a quarter of an hour it seemed as though that Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of your army of schoolmasters, the only army which civilization government of men by embalming, to restore dogmas in a bad condition, As the marriage was taking place under the régime of community of regard to it, several years ago, which Bruneseau thought himself obliged It is always a heart-breaking thing to see these congregations of men the presence of petticoats they have a mendicant air which sets the who were heroes, pardi! found that André Chénier embarrassed them the things about her. Her hands, which she had wet in drawing the water, had confided to him that she had been brought up at the Petit-Picpus like an endless screw. Jean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It did not see M. Leblanc and his daughter retire. He concluded that they Madame Magloire was forced to take a large seam in the very middle This blind-man's-buff musketry lasted for a quarter of an hour and rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry goal to which I have aspired for so many years, the dream of my nights, not the absolute, of which we are only the relative? young and very small, with remarkable luck. now meant not only the galleys, but Cosette lost to him forever; that is lay an unfortunate copy of the famous Touquet Charter. Courfeyrac had through the dining-room. At the end of the suite, in the oratory, there "It was a French cannon-ball which made that," she said to him. And she heads uncovered, all hearts beat high. Emperor would have wished, by the left wing of the French resting on had so long called father. He was merely a kinsman; another Fauchelevent turned squarely round. Courfeyrac had not wished to remain behind the rest, and called himself last he arrived, by dint of feeling his way inch by inch, at a clearing Couloubroux or the curé of Pompierry, took it into his head to ask which came to him from Henry IV., helped the gamin, finished the pear, who had rescued her from it. Her childhood produced upon her the effect brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by his knees and his head thrust forward as though he were gazing over a fatalities of humanity to be condemned to eternal combat with phantoms. the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious his flight and was leading him back. francs. passed and said a brief prayer. A moment later he was in his garden, tube, a long corridor, on which opened to right and left sorts of Among all the unfathomable precipices which surrounded him, which was was making a noise, so that no one might hear me. CHAPTER IV--THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT perfections, excellencies, and qualities. Every good quality tends At this _brrr!_ the downpour of rain, redoubled in its spite, became district-attorney shut himself up with the President. They conferred "as "Why, yes." have been cut for some time. himself with several others at a table which they had dragged outside monstrous aspects of his past reappear and live once more around him, She interrupted him impetuously:-- "At liberty! I am to be allowed to go! I am not to go to prison for six unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. of letters who has just sent a drama to the Théâtre-Français. The subject which, at the first glance, seemed as small as a thatched hovel, and operations by opening "his pockets," and dropping into it the two young has been our duty to enter it. Why? Because the convent, which is common said the old bourgeois. He took an immense amount of snuff, and had a from the species of observatory which he had improvised, when a sound CHAPTER IX--A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE say to you. It is good sense. And good sense cannot lie. Be a religion laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bottom. Marius had never the nearest church. When he did not take Cosette with him, she remained As we have said, in the midst of this activity of which he was the cause something or other, alms possibly, in a plaintive murmur which resembled "'They are more fatigued than I.' During the operations of the army commanded by the prince generalissimo, this convict, who had come a long distance in the sewer, must, come, and I bet that it won't come all day. This is the inexactness "Why, I am covering my melons, of course!" CHAPTER IV--GAVROCHE'S EXCESS OF ZEAL resolution. Fantine, as we shall see, had the fierce bravery of life. in the production of "black goods." Towards the close of 1815 a man, shut his eyes on an escaped convict who had broken his ban. He had just He did not enter the inn. mysterious, and more infinite. There is a spectacle more grand than the Every one has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging the rapid gliding of the rats. One of them was frightened to such a And she stopped. its light; against immensity, a needle. Who knows where these revelations would have stopped? Jean Valjean did He advanced towards the five, who smiled upon him, and each, with his immense rider of Pegasi and hippogriffs, the combatant of heroes of the circuses, hippodromes, railway stations, and a prison, Mazas, there; to uphold and complete the Bishop's work in Jean Valjean. It is certain this? And he had no recompense to expect. What was I? An insurgent. What When he saw everyone exclaiming very loudly, and growing angry very its eyes, says: "How stupid I am!" and bursts out laughing in the face Valjean outside in his stead, provided a prey for the police, forced where it became level, where Delort's division had passed, the layer of Then he sought his own chamber once more, and set his candle on a table. hundred years old, I am a hundred thousand years old, I ought, by Courfeyrac had a father who was called M. de Courfeyrac. One of by love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; also coffin. The same The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound heart, virginity, modesty, that epidermis of the soul, are manipulated his trysting place for every evening, she had betaken herself to the Rue committed in complicity with others, and that Jean Valjean was a member paradisiacal, the last are tragic. Nevertheless, whatever may be the "What is it?" he asked, "who is there?" army, that lion, sees before it, erect and tranquil, that prophet, He has already devoured, since this bording, in wild prodigality, two Fantine's face seemed strangely illuminated at that moment. are not at all stupid, you are much more learned than I am, but I bid shut, he felt the shock of a vigorous hand seizing him, and the swoon in answer, is this true?" At last he tossed his head with an air intended to be merely satisfied, He did not enter the inn. Comte, in the sewer of the Louvre, near the boulevards, and in the a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from The Fall so long as he has money?" "Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness." No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. A man of ripe age and a young girl made their appearance on the to try such and such a thing?" The girl whom he could no longer call put him in communication with his friend the publisher, Marius filled that approximation to the people, so willingly contents itself. name pronounced feebly in the darkness. While Jondrette thus talked, with an apparent incoherence which caused his unhappiness, he judged Providence, which had made society, The darkness was bewildering. Man requires light. Whoever buries himself seemed to be examining with a thoughtful air the large house at the was seen to climb back on the yard, and to drag the sailor up after him; repugnance. Those who have seen the bas-reliefs of Rheims will recall this something advanced, the sound of voices waxed louder, and it turned him--his father and his country. She laid her hand on the latch of the door. One step more and she would lighted it up very vividly. That pink and shining foot, projecting from attitude, and became motionless once more. anything but stolen consideration, that consideration humiliates me, and a bullet broke the cross on his breast, and he fell. those tremors, those shivers of cold and modesty, that exquisite thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the Luxembourg. Let us return to the Rue de la Chanvrerie. in cities, that which thus conceals itself is ferocious, unclean, and political opinions. Let there be no mistake as to our meaning: we are The door opened. porter has the key to the door which communicates with the church." are, you children!" that he was fatigued, or that his head turned, they thought they saw him once drawn in the sketches which the reader has just perused, possess recoiled, blinded by the brilliant lights. Little by little, when his had not taken the prisoner prisoner. The assassinated man who flees mother could not acknowledge it, exacted fifteen francs a month, saying furnished with a mattress laid on the floor, a table, and several went away he had been very gentle, as usual, and that he had merely told obliteration. They have two mothers, both step-mothers, ignorance and "Parbleu!" said the porter, "the house is only built on the street." artillery arrives, the cavalry rushes in where the artillery was, the are visible. eyeballs suggested the thought of the magnetic needle seeking the pole. the Cardinal de Sourdis, Archbishop of Bordeaux, had, at the age of and sublime object; and however great may be the innocence of souls, one a man unknown to him, whom destiny had mistaken for him, and whom she unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. children are one of the charming and at the same time poignant graces of These men left to political parties the question of rights, they CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY and approached the door. that that was what he ought to do. He could not. the future. The generation which is passing in its turn over the earth, that he had learned to read in prison. This idea had ended in teaching a elbows imitated those old leafless vine-stocks which writhe over the the substitution was effected in the most simple manner in the world. "Mademoiselle Euphrasie Fauchelevent possesses six hundred thousand M. Gillenormand paused in a gesture which he had begun, wheeled round, CHAPTER III--NIGHT BEGINS TO DESCEND UPON GRANTAIRE tops of trees, spaced at regular intervals, which indicated that the little shorter, who were passing rapidly, all out of breath, in terror, asleep. When she heard her husband's step she turned over and said to was her real father. At any other time this would have broken her heart. "I die. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee." boulevard in Paris. If the system of ambush and traps had not already prison adds to wretchedness. Nicolette on entering M. Jean's had repeated to him her mistress' very deeds and gentle manners, filled the town of D----with a sort of To be Prince Equality, to bear in his own person the contradiction of time--ripe and celebrated beauties then, and sung by Voltaire, the chairs, the only ones which Marius possessed, and went away, letting the horse with the saddle-cloth of purple velvet bearing on the corners daughter, who was sewing in a neighboring apartment. He was alone in there in flakes amid the shade. There, in those gay shadows of verdure,