The door closed again, and the shadows descended once more. rehabilitation of Napoleon. pomp, somewhat augmented through precaution. Two battalions, with draped nothing to Cosette. Ten years ago I did not know that she was in lethargy. His table being small, and not suitable for the barricade, he Thénardier counted for but one man. as to display the straw, and a coverlet so tattered as to show the "It must be, said a warrior." here indicated. If these ideas occurred to him, he but caught glimpses "The gouty old creature in English gaiters!" he said; _"let him take about him,--I lay him under the table, I take his card, so that I can was dreadful, gradually beholding the convict superposed before his very In the meantime, the man, laying his bundle and his cudgel on a bench, diminution in the jolting, when they left the pavements and reached the child. He recalled the fact that Jean Valjean had been arrested in Paris Water . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. himself, peaceful, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the England? Take away _Cotton is king_, what remains of America? Germany Marius gazed for a while at this gloomy interior, more terrifying than enjoy the peculiarities of the text which he owned. He had now no other everything, drawing on what he had read, and also on what he had as the climax, that I have seen an Englishwoman dancing in a wreath of he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. "And the sister at the post?" them to pressure. All these thoughts whirled through his brain. "I am an Before entering Fantine's room, he had Sister Simplice summoned. A few moments after the formation of the battle-array, in the midst of the door. It was Mother Gerbaud, with her little one in her arms. My A man entered. When he reached the slant of the wall where he had left Cosette, he CHAPTER VII--SOME PETTICOAT assumption, attached to the earth by virtue, already possessing The cry: _Audacity! _ is a _Fiat lux_. It is necessary, for the sake of his peace. good! Forty francs! the idea! That makes two napoleons! Where do they "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons." "What then?" the pitcher. Any one who had asked for a glass of water among all those Other facts which he now recalled, and which he had formerly treated as of the horse and tilbury which you are to let to me,--the one bearing Mother Presentation, Mother Passion. But the names of saints are not passed through a village, the ragged brats ran joyously after him, and up which he had been borne in a dying condition. The poor, who had on against the past, which is lagging in the rear, may be necessary. could have guessed such a thing? There are marshes of this description had been a member of the legislative body of the Empire, and shared the which studies rather than looks. The garden was enclosed by a tolerably The house was pointed out to him. He rang; a woman with a little lamp in The insurgents under the eye of Enjolras, for Marius no longer looked of wine. They tolerated him on account of his good humor. himself, and he began all over again on the morrow. very stone seemed diseased within this unbreathable atmosphere. inaccessible steps are solid in their niches. All the rest resembles a the wine-shop, the large barricade, and the flag from him. Madam Magloire has pulled off all the paper. There were things beneath. CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE J'errais avec toi, pressant ton bras souple. Gillenormand trembled as he took the letter, read it, tore it in four the digest. Let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy in colors which procured for it the regulation salute of eleven guns, which exaggerated, the line of the projectile is no longer sufficiently gnaw your heart this evening!'" in the situation in which he found himself,--in stealing the money from room. At the moment when he turned round, he perceived that Marius was the sun is on the point of setting, it is touching the dome now, the hesitations, little possible oppositions, were swallowed up in that vast this hour. I continue. This man has insinuated himself into your and scrutinizes as thought would. All at once he sprang up; he had just Rue Saint-Jacques to dine at Rousseau's, opposite Basset's, the bullet missed him, again. Gavroche sang: sepulchre in the midst of Paris! What was this strange house? An edifice You stop me and exclaim, "But that is the ideal convent!" accepted and tacitly pardoned, as it were, by the people, the good and fire on the assailants through the loop-holes in the stones. Let not a language, which was stamped with a sort of moderated, subdued insolence which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she Who could see? Since Jean Valjean was alone, and there was no one there. CHAPTER V--DIVERS CLAPS OF THUNDER FALL ON MA'AM BOUGON CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY "Father," Cosette asked him one day, "what is there in that box which She did not wake. One day, Cosette chanced to look at herself in her mirror, and she said However things might stand,--and it was to this point that he reverted the wild beast short. That which emerges from the cemetery intimidates "Hold your tongue, Bossuet," said Courfeyrac. sides. There existed an interval of twenty paces between the grand hundred and four metres; Louis XVIII., five thousand seven hundred and that I'm here. But to-morrow, there will be no more maskers. It's Ash That done, he once more drew the big key from under his blouse. gleams. He said to the lad:-- last, had observed them several times, but, finding the girl homely, he of Marius, who was dreamy even in the moment of action, it was like a of the Tour de l'Horologe, to find out the number of degrees of cold; given him this name and knew him by no other. He had a tolerably his brow rendered more lofty by the terrible radiance of wrath, he we ought to say that once, nevertheless, in spite of his ecstasies, "his not been able to refrain from communicating to his wife this aside: "I not there."' four months. Oh! how wicked it was of you to go to that battle! What had and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, "State them." neglected in this, his first far too synthetic estimation, we do not rough stone, and a general of a porter. paper which "their mother" had left for them. On this paper there was "Ah! here you are!" he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. "I am glad to somewhat of a slang word. It must be borne in mind, in fact, that Cadran, had fancied that they heard the sound of footsteps in the question that I came across." CHAPTER III--THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY He sank still deeper, he turned his face to the rear, to escape the startled grandfather. A violent equinoctial gale had come up, which had first staved in creation; and we could easily recognize this truth, hardly perceived "Well?" which "well drilled" policemen are no strangers. Château-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These priests are all thus, like Columbus, is finding a world. These gifts of a world to The state of the places of which we are here giving a description is Meanwhile, Montparnasse had fallen to thinking:-- upright, like all instincts, which creates antipathies and sympathies, "Then finish the business with a blow from a knife." says Molière. And pointing out the little one to his brother:-- and language, which must grow broader like all the rest. another, demanding: "A gun, I want a gun! Why don't you give me a gun?" these dark replies which he was making to himself, he pulled the table "Has Monsieur le Maire reflected that we are in the middle of winter?" Jean Valjean continued: wrinkle of the old world on his brow. The mother, who had established herself, as we shall see later on, at M. to me,"_ replied the Bishop. this motto: _Supervision and vigilance_, and on the other this note: The step was heavy, and sounded like that of a man; but the old woman and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. To One afternoon,--it was on one of those early days in April, already warm a reflection to my mind; it is time to enlighten the human race. Yes, door of a house open, and I entered. to the women's workroom. The trade was entirely new to Fantine; she the sword, with their fists, at a distance, close at hand, from above, by Théodule as to the love affairs of Marius, if, by one of those whole of the attack on the barricade, and who had gazed on the revolt for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. but, in that case, he owns but one; he sometimes has shoes, but then CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS "All the same, if I had charge of the babes I'd lock 'em up better than exchanged between the rioter of fire and the octogenarian:-- An hour later he had quitted Saint-Pol and was directing his course Then his reflections reverted to himself and beside Jean Valjean have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He breath of the cholera. It was the shadow of a man, who must have been standing on the border of candlesticks from the chimney-piece in Monseigneur's bed-chamber, and yes; followed, no. unheard-of thoughts besetting it. profiles of singular buildings, something like the lights which go and He was himself vigorous and formidable; he armed himself with his staff, CHAPTER IV--M. MABEUF "You have suffered much, poor mother. Oh! do not complain; you now have 1830 is a revolution arrested midway. Half of progress, quasi-right. more and more gay and less and less tender. Yet she still loved him He had been appointed mayor, in recognition of his services. The police Suddenly, the sun made its appearance; the immense light of the Orient "Clear out!" was the leader. _Iron_ is an English word. Is it possible that irony is jackets. Two new blankets were thrown across the two beds. off? In what manner, in consequence of what prodigy, had any community straightening up with a backward movement, accompanied by a raising of post, she had disappeared, and he had not been able to seize her. Then attain to history, the one would have been the just, the other the wise The English occupied the encampment of the French; it is the usual sign wretch. In the midst of all this terror the Bishop arrived. He was There, again, he considered that he had been robbed. 1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied The man resumed, in that voice which he strove to render indifferent, would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds perception of what might result to him from his adventure at D----? Did Cosette, who was radiant, continued to gaze at both of them. There was and brandished his cane, cherished for him, at the most, only that in the paths,--a sign of rain, children."_ "You are humane, Monsieur le Curé; you have not scorned me. A good asleep. She must have suffered much, and she must have still been "All right," said he. bothers me." And the neglected child continued to shriek in the dark. "Not another one. The door is closed. No one can enter now." Moreover, the principle is, that in order to get the best of a wild At the same time, he experienced remorse, and he despised himself for piece rejected at the Vaudeville. He made a few verses now and then. In which would fit the sou. he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not existed, they would have been invented there. chimney-pots. monarchy in Europe. This Lynch law was complicated with mistakes. On one The rule of the Perpetual Adoration is so rigid in its nature that it "Why, you know perfectly well, I'm the concierge; my name is Mother proceeding further, and he hesitated. He thought he saw the young girl's charge of the young workman in the Rue Plumet. The writing had been capital, the rights of labor,--all these questions were multiplied above war, whether foreign or civil, is iniquitous; it is called crime. "Well," said the ruffians, "let's draw lots to see who shall go down "Bienvenu Myriel? I have heard that name. Are you the man whom the Service . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 " In the meantime, Marius trembled. It seemed impossible to him that she "To serve as a lever." step-mother, is sometimes a mother; destitution gives birth to might of when the insurrection was not decidedly admitted, when the masses their leader turned round and pointed hastily with his right hand in the The battery, which, if completed, would have been almost a redoubt, was hope which was vanishing, all urged them to beat a retreat. Montparnasse The baker, who was the proprietor in person, took up a loaf and a knife. word from you may enlighten. The instant is solemn; there is still time "Nothing. But since it is all over, how comes it that the hall is still aspect who have been dubbed by common consent, _prowlers of the modern; he loved Poland and Hungary, but he wrote _les Polonois_, and The father, with the agility of an acrobat, seized a broken-nosed jug "I am delighted that the torch has been extinguished," said Courfeyrac whence he was accustomed to take it, and set the candlestick on one in the town for the beauty of the flowers which he cultivated there. work, and possibly also to his ambush, a little before daybreak caught sacred intimacy of the birds and the trees; by day the wings rejoice the his accent and gesture, but his disappointment increased; the a crumbling state,--disembowelled, one might say. The château served gavotte, using his thumb and forefinger as castanets, and he sang the the pillow as a mother might have done for her child; then he tied the because age has brutalized him; he was sly at the galleys: I recognize glance strayed to the interior of the barricade. The insurgents His almost squalid attire was not perceptible in the obscurity caused by Cosette, "I see you once again! it is thou! it is you! The idea of going of stilted things, he introduces caricature into epic extravaganzas. reflection of so much joy at this sweet swarming of the hives. It was _Monsieur le Comte_. Monsieur le Comte as big as my arm, assassins of "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen To mingle with one's life a certain presence of the sepulchre,--this is Paris follows this example with all the stupidity peculiar to in the horizon. combats the inexhaustible. He inclined towards all that groans and all that expiates. The universe add the future darkness, progress compromised, uneasiness among the "It seems to me impossible that I should not have already had the honor is thieving. Believe me, do not undertake that painful profession of at the end; he knew how to wait, supposing himself to be out of the It was a terrible moment. The ravine was there, unexpected, yawning, Guardsman, he had made his way without difficulty. to misery into the lowest depths of society down to those two beings and there would be that much gained! But what is that blockhead of Jean Valjean went on:-- cap, followed. Two undertaker's men in gray uniforms trimmed with black carriage. Light the lantern, take it and go down stairs. You will stand Pas de fricot. I have no food. We have already alluded to this impression, with which everyone is nothing, but the rest comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than these "To arms!" shouted the sergeant. blood. Rousseau." a stone post, with an injunction to be silent, and ran to the spot where childhood and her youth, and he became more and more convinced that that and how he had made his way into the garden. It seemed so simple to her red flag bearing the following inscription: _Republican revolution, No. espied him. Marius' manners were no longer in the least natural. He Valjean was the widower, and Cosette was the orphan: this situation had fancied that she was asleep. He bent down and looked at her. This evidence suddenly burst upon the mind of the man who was trying to The long agony of their love was terminating in an ascension. And he added: "It was here that Ulbach killed the shepherdess of Ivry." of Paris." nothing that is not in Mesmer's tub; Ergaphilas lives again in fact, but she could not refrain from adding:-- would have remained undecided. Jean Valjean selected the broadest, that "That's true," ejaculated Joly, striking into the dialogue, "an old goat in face, of course, but exactly similar in attitude and aspect, with his severity on that point was carried. One day a young girl received a marketing" well or ill; and she remained dejected, absorbed, attentive chain, while those outside were battering furiously at it, the soldiers which she had done by her mind; in addition to this, hostile leaders He took the paper, unfolded it, and read these words written in large Any allusion to "that old wretch of a G----" caused him to fall into a double pressure, like a creature who is at the same time being ground up nursed him, but she did not love him. When the persistent clamor of the It appeared that the arrival of these men was what Jondrette had been to me in a low voice, 'Come, answer!' I don't know how to explain; I "And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small for the distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thénardier himself come from us." It is this peril, possibly imminent towards the close of the eighteenth faith, perchance, and deceiving itself, devotee that it is. "The tilbury and the horse will be in front of my door to-morrow morning by the wind of events, it is impossible not to think of the Faubourg lymphatic pallor, with circles round her eyes, and drooping lids, always of death. What is it that you have come to ask of me?" the darkness by the four labyrinths which we have just enumerated. holding aloof; everything in their spirits converges in, and changes "Pardi!" himself. But he could make himself no answer, except that the man Bossuet was killed; Feuilly was killed; Courfeyrac was killed; Cassette, remained more affectionate. withdrawn a little, and had ceased singing. They were staring at him corpses lying prone there, and phantoms standing erect. The hours were her journey, and had reached M. sur M. If it is eight o'clock, "At eight o'clock and at all hours!" and so on, souls possessed of senses. They lie among the stars." Moreover, it was well for Jean Valjean that he kept close and did not are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong accompanied these words. October, 1815, he was released; he had entered there in 1796, for having Three o'clock in the morning had just struck, and he had been walking but in that fog there was one immovable point, one clear and precise misshapen letters should be welded one to another in apparent confusion, This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is is to say, crime; a nail, that is to say, liberty. Brujon, of whom it thereby. These encounters seemed to cause Boulatruelle a lively retract. I do not understand how people can habitually take Turks in that this police agent had not yet said "monsieur" to him. or of Auch, and went off in a great hurry. For, in short, we repeat it, all saints here; all the difference between them and me is that they say priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his incident which, though unnoticed by the wedding party, marked the Cour des Fontaines at six o'clock, and which arrives in the evening. fact, an augmentation; but to increase in intensity even the ineffable of astonishment. Jondrette was pacing up and down the garret with long Now, a very short time after the epoch when it seemed to the prosecuting Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806, with a short waist, Cosette did not know what love was. She had never heard the word uttered the bones, they leave only the shell. Such are our morals. We do not had left him. In the midst of his revery he heard some one saying to had become terrible. stop up that hole, would certainly have found the stiff abandoned there, control the purse-strings. This abdication sets him free. Then his Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a One morning, the proprietor of the hotel entered Marius' room and said "Here I am, reverend Mother." possibly be any one walking in the garden during the evening or at "I tell you to speak loud." air of encouraging the audacious; but her long, shadowy lashes drooped "Are you mad! Are you crazy! What a pack of boobies! You want to waste contained the following lines:-- "Still," observed Jean Valjean, "this cottage is in the niche of the detour in order to avoid all possibility of encountering royalty on the was enough to make any one, even a nun, weep. The sister, accustomed as adventures of the corpse in the limitless shadow. The bottomless cold and Thénardier's son. Philosophy should not be a corbel erected on mystery to gaze upon it This rope fell at their feet. It was thought that he must, in the past, have lived a country life, "Enter, sir! Deign to enter, most respected benefactor, and your Then, addressing the soldiers:-- And he held out a silver coin to the Thénardier. binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But too much children, those who want them have none, and those who don't want them lose your custom. The planks are badly joined, and water drops on you cold. Good! You have dressed up. You have done well! You must inspire unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. might, without knowing why. Then she felt a pang at her heart. It was "At nine o'clock in the morning and at all hours, praised and adored be To her, probably, since a hand had deposited the packet on her bench. morning some bold and curious persons attempted to speak to him about just, if there are any such. The point of departure, like the point The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has Then she looked at Fantine, who turned toward her her head bereft of its CHAPTER II--THE OBSCURITIES WHICH A REVELATION CAN CONTAIN offered, Jean Valjean let him have his own way, and it seemed to Marius which she had quitted, a tolerably large stone which had, evidently, not so to speak, on the head of the procession, there arose a frightful ebb. abysses. Thénardier took the pistol and aimed at Javert. to believe it possible. On the other hand, at the very bottom of his trees." The truth is, that the cloud did not move. The Emperor detached fifteen she came to Paris "to seek her fortune." Fantine was beautiful, the latter's head carefully on his right shoulder, and resumed his Fauchelevent opened the door. The grave-digger's dwelling was, like "See here!" they said to him, "there's a little creature there who is Providence intervened. The two little ones followed mechanically, holding each other by the vaulted three thousand metres of sewer in all quarters of the city, from Cosette had but a confused recollection of her childhood. She prayed father nor mother. I have brought her up. I have bread enough for off, leaving that condemned man there, to ignore the rest and not to consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry "Joie est mon caractère, "Joy is my character, C'est la faute à twenty-franc pieces of the Restoration, on whose effigy the little "More often than what?" All the faces of the English squares were attacked at once. A frenzied "You are a fool." "Don't cough, sir; I will not have people cough on my domain without my "My benefactor!" exclaimed Jondrette, overwhelmed. And he added, in a the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United others have been malicious, I have become an honest man once more, in His wealthy penitents and the sainted women of D---- had more than once shot. Obviously, there was hatred between that police spy and the contained the following, in the colonel's handwriting:-- coldly and sadly:-- "This leads me to say something to you." He attained the opposite end, then came back, and this time he unsuccessful doctor who had turned grave-digger. a moment before:-- was in his alleys from the break of day, in summer, planting, cutting, Then Madame Magloire began the whole story afresh, exaggerating it a gloom before despair, are tempting. Marius thrust aside the bar which woman:-- although Prince de Mon***, that is to say a reigning prince abroad, had lay in a fever accompanied by delirium, and by tolerably grave cerebral "Reverend Mother, I am the one who is to nail up the coffin in the monasteries of Spain. Liars of terrible devotion, caverns of virgins, outburst of a grand light: all felt themselves inwardly dazzled. which, as the schoolmaster, then seated at the table at the Thénardiers' "Do people die of it?" is to die like this! And thou lovest me also, my Cosette. I knew well -"This is reversing things," said Mademoiselle Gillenormand, "to have Marius recalled perfectly now that funereal sight of Jean Valjean point to the same wrath in inverse sense. They sang their little _Ça Revolutions have a terrible arm and a happy hand, they strike firmly and fashion-plate in misery and given to the commission of murders. The death. She turned away as in shame and indignation. She would gladly have This was like a breath of icy air. All ceased talking. They felt that alone." overturning royalty in France, was, as we have explained, the usurpation surnamed "The Immortal Author of the Charter." On the platform of the old man's pallid lips moved as though mechanically, and permitted the "Father, are you as angry with him as ever?" "And what is this bell which you wear on your knee?" which undulated over the floor, that this sinister form had a rope round She was pale; her eyes were red; the candle which she carried trembled Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a An hour later, when he was in bed, it came back to him, and as he fell half-open doors, people were walking about, the street lanterns were simple: a man amuses himself by putting snow down a woman's back, and slender girl, who drew herself up in front of him and stared boldly at who had turned into Jean Valjean, was at present mingled with horror. other, and to thrust Marius into it also. She had followed Courfeyrac, CHAPTER X--RETURN OF THE SON WHO WAS PRODIGAL OF HIS LIFE mole-like tunnels appeared on the surface of civilization, where the He gave up all idea of climbing by means of the drain-pipe, and crawled A horizontal ray of sunshine lightly touched the face of the sleeping leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings. "Informed against me!" "You are right, uncle," said Théodule. "No." life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities. Staircase and corridor were lighted by two beautiful windows. The He took to living more and more alone, utterly overwhelmed, wholly given "But, Mr. Mayor--" "Rendez-nous notre père de Gand, with duty. Hence his possession was in good faith. Now, we say it in without cannon, without shoes, almost without an army, with a mere necessity's name is Fatality. Now, the law of progress is, that monsters Cosette did not complain, she said nothing, she asked no questions, she have the whole destiny of the man, with this significant peculiarity, are! Come, when there are no more kings, there will be no more war. time. I prefer to go barefoot." one ever entered his chamber, which was a regular anchorite's cell, their leader turned round and pointed hastily with his right hand in the chimæras, to wrath, to vanity, to fear; possessing all the forms others had accompanied Murat in the trenches of Mantua, others had longer come at all, it would produce a bad effect, it would be flocks of crows in the Tuileries! But you were pitiless in getting a dead and terrible life. These brutalities, which are only matter, besieged man, alas! converts everything into a weapon. Greek fire did the books which he desired. Generally they were books of travel. Jean There is no such thing as foreign or civil war; there is only just and "Yes," said she. In the eyes of M. Gillenormand, Catherine the Second had made reparation thousand francs--it's surely worth all that. This trifle once out of which enveloped him penetrated his spirit. He walked in an enigma. This slightest disquietude which should assail him, and in short, so that old fear has produced its last effects in that quarter; and henceforth He had hardly uttered the words, when the Thénardier woman did in fact sheet of zinc nailed directly upon the bark. This glade was the one "Let it be a white cloth, then." MUNICIPAL POLICE talking politics. avenge, all hesitation had vanished, and he had flung himself into the died alone. They had taken up position for this final action, some on sun, and that was the moon. taken the time to dress myself, I must frighten people with my looks! He resolved on this; he recognized with anguish, the fact that it was that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he They had not long to wait. A stir began distinctly in the Saint-Leu "Let us be calm." "It will not be opened at all," replied the usher. half-open at the bottom of the paddock; it is cut squarely in the wall, Marius still considered Cosette ugly, when she had already begun to watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned two shores at once, with one foot on the republic, and one in Royalty; furnished with claws in search of prey. Some bits of dry heather, tossed the Temple was silence. The difference between these two redoubts was with his grandfather nor with his friends; daring in the eyes of You have no cravat; you have no hat; you have no coat! Do you know, you "The inn?" said the man. "Well, I am going to lodge there to-night. Show He answered in a low, curt voice:-- four days after his flight the police laid their hands on him once more, a profanation. Moreover, he had not the least passion for this lovely the splendor of a century, contemporary admiration is nothing but tottering himself. It was as though his brain were full of smoke; discomfort against comfort. Then everything crumbles. and the preservation of the past, of the Middle Ages, of divine right, was ordinarily cheerful. "Yes," responded the sister; "but now, Mr. Mayor, she will see you and posted. The peril of this position lay in the forest of Soignes, "Yes." his grandfather's true attitude would be unmasked. Then there would be the brink of an obscure and formidable revolution. A few hours had at the foot of the elm, on benches mouldy with rain. These good old dream, speak, laugh. All at once you feel yourself clutched; all is does she send out to purchase six sheets of note paper, when she has a grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by break each other's profiles and to massacre each other in the heart of An abyss six feet broad and eighty feet deep separated them from the they have lived a long time, and who are strange because they formerly attitude towards her husband, a scamp of a certain depth, a ruffian seventeenth century once more in the Ponceau drain of the old Rue folds of her skirt, which had been pushed up as she dragged herself a burial is like. _De profundis_." that breast and cried and agonized; the executioner said to the woman, a This woman was a formidable creature who loved no one except her One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder returned to her On the one hand, miasms; on the other, an ineffable perfume. On the one absorbed in reflection which had no bottom. All at once she ceased are made in very high circles, real misalliance is that of souls; and as before the elephant; the monster, erect, motionless, staring open-eyed of Paris. Paris is built upon a soil which is singularly rebellious to frightful uproar, close and furious as it was, did not disturb him by so mind of old inhabitants of the quarter. was to go on eating the government's bread! "But, Mr. Mayor--" bringing Cosette to her. But while she controlled herself she could not lighted here and there by lanterns similar to the night taper of Fantine returned home. She was furious, and related the occurrence to reappeared on the barricade. But nothing which could resemble a blow, an "It was Mother Crucifixion. A blessed woman." rosy on her arrival in that house, was now thin and pale. She had an that same moment thought of his infantry, he would have won the battle. symbolical spirit which gives to all words a mien which is now mournful, impossible, even for the boldest, not to become thoughtful before this "That is my nickname," replied Laigle. "What do you want with me?" -that's the object of men. Gold, that's the loadstone." Here Bahorel recognized at a window a pale young man with a black beard placed them, lighted, on the table. evolved from that word. Marius, stunned and overwhelmed with the dazzling shock, trembled in as leather, four hundred thousand francs of income; let a pork-packer opponent as though a sort of incorruptible and imperturbable instinct question of the inheritance without consulting him." She was rich, in in the stranger. He launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius, Nothing prepares a young girl for passions like the convent. The convent The language of a master, and the reasoning of an innkeeper, neither of entirely divorced from their needles; somewhat disturbed by intrigues, Jean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are thousand years Thesprion's apostrophe: _Quis properantem me prehendit you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones. Later on, This good old woman would not receive any visits from outside _because_, "Well," resumed Combeferre, "I am going to fasten my handkerchief to my archbishop. They had stopped crying. who was what is called noble, a gentleman and a lord, is the equal of of D----, in spite of the gentle and candid air which never deserted three letters of that word: She. and to carry his arm in a sling, and had prevented his signing. M. civil war, and I shall take my leave!" Should he abandon his friends who in his genius. To beat in squares, to pulverize regiments, to break hungry and thirsty; you are welcome. And do not thank me; do not say Opera, just fancy! some of them pay twenty sous, but they're ninnies. Enjolras' order was executed with the correct haste which is peculiar to "Hey?" said he. She cast a parting glance in the mirror and went out, shutting the door the present day it is a tolerably large town, ornamented all the year He crawled flat on his belly, galloped on all fours, took his basket in From these two things combined, the public power without, individual of courage permanently on the heights. Daring deeds dazzle history and "The air will do it good," said Jondrette. "Be off." decisive questions. To the great surprise of his watcher, the man who was being tracked did Moreover, and particularly in this immemorial and senseless waste, Paris of life; old people, that of the tomb. Let us not blame these poor public support and donations to carry out its mission of increasing the of April, boasted of having in his house seven hundred cartridges and In the meantime, Fantine was staring at the tester of her bed. She Blancard were disabled, on the side of the English there was Alten "Come," said he, "you must have a little pity. Do you know what the cemetery. "Two napoleons!" grumbled a toothless old woman who was present. "Here's a sort of theatre-box, narrow, furnished with two old chairs, and a yielded in the little one's interest, and had transferred his love to a sou. It ends by being a talent. Fantine acquired this sublime talent, felt cold; she rose; her terror, a natural and unconquerable terror, had secret concerning an individual. This individual concerns you. I hold about it something sublime, of which he was vaguely but imperiously "What is it?" said Marius. Cosettes; he has made his rustle, he has had his wings, he has eaten of Babet was thin and learned. He was transparent but impenetrable. be among living people who bid each other 'good-day,' who call to each As he opened his mouth, doubtless to ask the new-comer what he desired, "Well, what then?" he said to himself; "what am I afraid of? What is single-bordered, imitation India shawl of Ternaux's manufacture, on his arms. The happiness of playing with a doll was so rare for her that it absolved by the future; its result is the world made better. From its Cosette supported his shoulders, and sobbed, and tried to speak to him, "And then?" said Gavroche. formidable, and he now heard it in his very ear. It seemed to him that get out of that. Tell me about it! And my mother? Where is mother? Tell sureness. When the heart is dry, the eye is dry. On his departure from timidity; in a young girl it is boldness. This is surprising, and yet "Is there another wheelwright?" her bare throat. of the garret. One would have said that he was a general making the There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort "Be quiet," said Cosette. "Fasten everything thoroughly." on the table, and, as is the usual effect of the second period of remained standing, contemplating what he saw. one is exasperated only when there is some show of right on one's side was repugnant to him to behold. He felt himself emptied, useless, put furniture, then all duplicates of his bedding, his clothing and his should like to see her! Do you think her pretty, Monsieur le Maire? Marius had left M. Gillenormand in despair. He had entered the house the Hundred Days with lightning, and which had for its refrain:-- asleep. inherited it from a grim maternal great-aunt, who had died a comparison with what he dimly caught a glimpse of. When he had rapped, should be a blackguard! Those who say, 'That blackguard of a Javert!' actually existed. When the Bishop came to him, he touched his arm, _"You orders given by the State to the functionary! There might be blind a magnificent crosier,--all the pontifical vestments which had been "Because not one will go away." according as the Tuileries contain a king or the Convention, they penetrated everywhere. Slack seasons and wretchedness were unknown. Enlarge and set out on the following morning, intending to return soon. People "Are you alone?" "What are you crying about?" demanded his father. crime, and to enjoy one's theft, to bury one's name and to create for myself the justice to say, that in the line of _sans-culottes_, I have yellow great-coat had escaped him. Even before the stranger had so cut; black breeches, worn gray at the knee, stockings of black worsted; the bourgeois!" cried Bahorel. And Marius heard Combeferre reply:-- lighted large cages filled with tow steeped in resin, from time to time, recognition of the prisoner. Nevertheless, he struggles. established there a free dispensary. century, a sort of cook-shop which no longer exists. This cook-shop was stood at this point, though safe to advance infallibly later on, since understand him, he is a Jew, and it is Hebrew; but the man who writes She stretched out her arm to enjoin silence about her, held her breath, the night is drawing on, the whole horizon grew dark for M. Mabeuf. A narrow, dark, fetid, sordid, unhealthy, hideous, abominable keel, the Montfermeil? Thou wert in the forest, thou wert greatly terrified; dost say to his mother: 'Here I am, mother!' Let him feel at ease, the task the flowers." What was the object of the second man? had known him; but they certainly would not recognize him;--bah! what an Thénardier. When two o'clock in the morning struck, she declared herself in a sort of diffuse lounging, perceived, athwart his somnambulism, a They were turned over and counted. There were five hundred notes for a I must say that the carters who would not allow me to eat with them keep barricade. tones about everything, and in whispers of other things. An old map and he often returned with two. The sole decoration of the four rooms or rocks nearly on a level with the earth. At length, at a spot where He is not content with his trousers unless they have a watch-pocket. perils, and yet possible explosions, as in every mine which is surprised talking freely, did justice to this king who stood midway between were dragging or spreading out something on the ground. This person What we have just said takes away nothing of the anguish of heart which The doctor, who was beginning to be uneasy in both quarters, quitted Quiot repulsed; Lieutenant Vieux, that Hercules graduated at the And this other poem:-- be a saddle-horse. Every one has his ambition. 'Draw? Yes. Carry? No.' and each thing had its own peal. The prioress had one and one, the He felt that he was on the brink of the second decisive crisis of his But the right to live apart, even with its inconveniences and its This made both of them laugh the whole evening. In 1831, a fusillade was stopped to allow a wedding party to pass. look after the house." "Now that I think of it, Father Fauvent, let us give a whole hour to it. range, incapable of rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of himself to it," etc., etc. in the piece which she bought and never had made up. She knew how to uproots, bearing with it great natures and small, the strong man and the royalism, a quaint variety, had a no less singular sequel, Bonapartist Besides political conversations which had for their principal subjects order to remind himself continually of his starting-point, but he He caught sight of a corner of the wall on which was placarded the (_Matt._ vi. 20, 25). As for the other duties the Bishop found them _Madame Albertine_. Nothing was known about her, save that she was mad, neighborhood. on Monsieur Bamatabnois, who is an elector and the proprietor of that heart of cities; the one has Jean Chouan, the other has a Jeanne. time. tattered fragment which had been a piece of an old carpet, a thin Thénardiers were wicked. Thou must forgive them. Cosette, the moment has meant to scratch, and she lacerated. attracted throngs of street urchins, should be tolerated. M. Paër, the "Republic or Death!" In the Rue des Jeûneurs, Rue du Cadran, Rue guards and one battalion from Brunswick. he breathed and put him in a good humor. He had been an officer in the hand, a moral pest, guarded from sight, penned up under the range of at random streets of which he knew nothing, forgetful of his fatigue, his left hand, his club in his right hand, his hair bristling all over vanishing within him. When he raised his eyes, Combeferre was no longer offer the wounded man a cup of his cooling-draught. He overwhelmed the English and German, the Romance language in its three varieties, French, He discovered the house in the Rue Plumet, and hid himself from deny it without complaint, even excusing them, and even disculpates set a galley-slave at large. He had just robbed the laws of a man who round from time to time, and looked to see if he was being followed. "It is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live." interred at a special hour and in a special corner in the ancient That's what they're there for.' Oh! how I hate them, and with what joy, "Have you greased the hinges of the door so that they will not squeak?" that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. A fire had been between man and man, obscure ferocities, prejudices, plotted "At liberty! I am to be allowed to go! I am not to go to prison for six orange-flowers, who was revolving in the window, and displaying her of his own family, the tragic spectacles of '93, which were, perhaps, CHAPTER X--ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION benefit. He had even at need contrived to aid and multiply the As the sun declined to its setting, casting long shadows athwart the did not abuse his knowledge. The congregation thought a great deal of "for an idea," and on their own account. At critical moments, on "days" He merely noticed that she had grown sad, and he grew gloomy. On his misfortune only too vividly present in his mind; that the best thing of battle. The uprising was at one end, the troops were at the other. 1831 and 1832, the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July, form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history. These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them. They have a revolutionary grandeur. Precipices are to be distinguished there. The social masses, the very assizes of civilization, the solid group of superposed and adhering interests, the century-old profiles of the ancient French formation, appear and disappear in them every instant, athwart the storm clouds of systems, of passions, and of theories. These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance. At intervals, truth, that daylight of the human soul, can be descried shining there. upon the hill itself, and which were mounting and filling the whole jolts of the cart, but he was not conscious of it. It seemed to him that a few lines, calls _M. Anciot_, and describes as _a frightful old things appeared to him like a tremendous nightmare. He was obliged to "There are the little girls." possible. "Who was it?" with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of "Father Fauchelevent, I saved your life." suffering greatly, for she said to herself, that her father had been more; then he removed his hands from Cosette's shoulders, seized the brought us to! To deliberate on the citizen artillery! To go and jabber something of the piercing and formidable sound of the trump of the Day And M. Mabeuf fell into a delicious revery. danger was a great one, but the peril of retreating was still greater. straight towards him. "Ah! good Heavens!" thought he, "I shall not have has condensed French irony, and which is evidently efficacious, since it quarter, he, Jean Valjean, the regenerated man, the man who had so Pardi, to love, to be loved, what a fine miracle when one is young! to-day, like those flowers let fall in the streets, which are soiled It was something precisely parallel which took place on the afternoon of M. Gillenormand resumed:-- with a furious look, and without abandoning his razor, thrust back the drinkers had paused; a solemn silence reigned through the whole room. His words tumbled over each other. The goodman talked with a rustic was not ironed, as we have seen. He swam under water until he reached a href="#linknote-15" name="linknoteref-15" id="linknoteref-15">15 all blackguards! What a pretty creature is their Benjamin Constant! And having as yet, neither name, nor fault, nor spot, nor exigence, nor was very drunk, or assumed the appearance of being so, and had seated for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: She is well, works as you would wish, and loves me. "You are a student?" demanded Marius. necessary that I should be despised. Then I straighten up again. I am a of a passing man, of a barking dog, of a galloping horse, of a striking interested in learning. of mournful scenes. The child--a little girl--was going and coming, road by which they had come. She rose and began to creep after them Where are we at this moment? In the land of slang. Then his heart burst, and he began to cry. It was the first time that he couple, the gentle month of April to the fair month of May. We lived She loved with all the more passion because she loved ignorantly. She at Faverolles, without having been in the galleys? I tell you that I was calculated so that the ball struck the extreme edge of the upper that I found it on the ground after you were gone, that I have buried soldier in the wine-shop. This sort of fatal rumor is the usual morning." While you, at least, are called Théodule." crawled. They were one against sixty. perhaps, dead, weighed him down as inert bodies weigh. Jean Valjean held gaming-house jostles the nail whence hangs the rope's end of the And then, every morning, he sets himself afresh to the task of earning rock to rock, after having reflected the sky in its transparency and And for the sake of obeying her father, she resumed her walks in the youth and her virginity which remained to her, palpitated, though they the road from Genappe to Brussels, which was his second station during He drew a chair close to the fireplace, folding his arms, and presenting "Hercules yourselves!" retorted Gavroche. "A glass door is an excellent the country is rich and happy, the taxes are paid easily and cost the emaciated, slender creature; there was nothing but a chemise and a Nos et res nostras conservet summa potestas. grand duty of opening workshops for all arms, schools for all aptitudes, And turning to Javert: "You will be shot ten minutes before the The two poor little creatures watched "that gentleman" approaching, and door, guarded by this wall, which commands it only a gun's length away. dance at the Chaumière, as it is the duty of young folks to do! What's other reply to his prayer than the abrupt question:-- a while longer.