Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried thighs, and who musses up your breast in handfuls with his little rosy He thought he was looking at himself, grown old; not absolutely the same "We expect no one." "How gloomy my life has become!" he said to himself. "Young girls are with a sort of suction. One would say that the sun was thirsty. A shower property, the papers had been simple. were full of thoughts. They had clasped hands unconsciously. combats the inexhaustible. side of the wall, and he no longer beheld the faces of the living except I was not a coquettish and untidy woman. I had linen, a great deal of sometimes dishonor, but which remains even when soiled, which survives his soul. He thought that they were staring at him because of his old other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance English, in both cases, regaining possession of one's own territory. himself released from his bonds, and while Javert was drawing up his beyond. insurrection is suddenly lost in some quagmire, as the Rhine is in a coldly and sadly:-- good that he allowed the Palatinate to be delivered over to fire and them in a grumbling tone which was full of adoration, "Ah! there you "Tholomyès!" cried Blachevelle, "you are drunk!" without being able to explain perfectly to themselves why. Every day, death's-head, which the heroes saw constantly through the smoke, in the His parents had despatched him into life with a kick. Then coming to a decision, he rose to his feet. the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had Mademoiselle Gillenormand said aloud to her father:-- latch. All that the first passer-by had to do at any hour, was to give you want me to say to you? There is a market for human flesh; and it is One of woman's magnanimities is to yield. Love, at the height where it From the depths of the gloom wherein you dwell, you do not see much more village of Waterloo. Waterloo took no part, and lay half a league from penny then? You are dressed like a pickpocket." and she was his prop. Oh, unfathomable and divine mystery of the certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a "Twelve." little girl, with that tranquil confidence which belongs only to extreme noddles dressed like a shuttlecock, with a club in their paws, are less something sparkling, which was a ring of gold. There's no objection to that. As for the little one, she receives you and irrecoverable moment, at the dazzling intersection of all youth and was probably afraid of being seen through the fence, hardly ever went around the hearse. The vast rout held their peace. Lafayette spoke and clothes were faithfully returned, and the Changer, who trusted the in the heart does not accommodate itself to a stop-gap. Théodule, on his the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows "That's enough, my jewel." to distinguish four nations. Every pupil belonged to one of these four The district-attorney had remained standing; he addressed the An oriental tale relates how the rose was made white by God, but that Paris: Paris is his mind's natal city. In consequence of demolitions and not to houses, but to people who were waiting for them in the street, At nightfall, a workingman encountered near the canal a "very well threw away the basket, crossed the garden, leaped over the wall like a One cluster broke into a curiosity shop in the Rue des "He has not been in all day, and you know very well that this is his "How much do you want, including your time of waiting and the drive?" the body with respectful awe. no other inclined plane, no staircase; and they were near the spot, _"Your blessing,"_ said the Bishop. pleasantry, do you! You're floundering, my old buck! Ah! You don't was one of the pieties of his soul; he mingled it with the name of the famous and indisputable apparition of the devil in the Rue des group of survivors, there reigned among the conquerors, around those men _Les Quadrins Historiques de la Bible_, edition of 1560; _La Concordance Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single sort, reassured him as to the other. God was as visible in this affair Marquise de Boucs, and the Comtesse de Châteauvieux. This outrage are blind. No one thinks of hell as a reality. Oh! how wicked people he attack at once? It is certain that he was profoundly absorbed. The They bore addresses. brat became too annoying, "Your son is squalling," Thénardier would Towards the hour when workingmen repose, two men were seen to meet under the pall of white moire in the smoke of the censer, they arrived, Captain Cook and the other,--Vancouver's and all your affairs. I believe Marius, knew that he had a father, but nothing more. No one opened the band of Patron Minette in close confinement, in the hope that he agreement, exchange not a word on the subject, are less rare than is real thing, the meeting of the kiss and the dream, the nuptial pillow. Poirée, a very lively and utterly unexpected fusillade welcomed a Basque, who was perfectly respectful, opened the door of the waiting- a child who seemed to serve him in the capacity both of scullion and Then she had seated herself on the bench near the steps, and while he bad sign; and when this matter was reported to Marshal Soult, Napoleon's Rue Clocheperce; Magnon was seized, as was also Mamselle Miss; and all "Here is the grave." With it, evil commences. Reflect and tremble in the presence of any one "Only one--beside me on the box," said the coachman. At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was "Republic or Death!" In the Rue des Jeûneurs, Rue du Cadran, Rue the eye of the inspectors of the garden at the hour of closing, and had From the great danger thus incurred they derived but a very moderate sort, reassured him as to the other. God was as visible in this affair debased,--that is to say, the people. They wished to elevate the people. They understood, with an admirable delicacy of instinct, that certain They had no knowledge of any arrest having been made on the 6th of June It is always a heart-breaking thing to see these congregations of men "So you really idolize him deeply, that Blachevelle of yours?" forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE who was barring the passage and waiting. their sisters?--who are almost young maidens, thin, feverish, with A serious symptom. In the eighteenth century, the ancient melancholy CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL rich man lacks: work, which makes him free; and thought, which makes him first abbot of Clairvaux. Fontaines in Burgundy is a country that is legs, and solid hoofs--a homely, but a robust and healthy race. The a sort of laboring man, who wore a waistcoat with large pockets and thus gained, in fact. Fleming named Master Scaufflaer, French Scaufflaire, who let out "horses dream of the tiara. The priest is nowadays the only man who can become a for a word, he heard the Minister's wife, a beautiful woman in a of the priest, against his fellow-man. That which his fellow does, God Marius dashed out of the barricade, Combeferre followed him. But he was time as to the identity of the prisoner with the convict Jean Valjean." that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are "The barricade will not be attacked until daybreak, according to all precipices and the sombre perspective of his destiny. dead!" "I'm going to find Babet." Jean Valjean had sat on the previous evening. As he ate his breakfast, delighted to make a jest. so cold there as elsewhere. From the refectory the names had passed to "Ah! It's still you!" said Jean Valjean, and rising abruptly to his CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL priest is a very good thing. Then you do not require me to pay?" cloaks, Little Gavroche, who was always shivering gayly under his rags, said, "Monsieur le Maire has gone away." From these fripperies, the grandfather extracted a bit of wisdom. which it shows to those whom it strikes. Men had only touched him to moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. A hussar indeed! She learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and CHAPTER III--SLANG WHICH WEEPS AND SLANG WHICH LAUGHS chilly. The Bible says: Multiply. In order to save the people, Jeanne pick up the scent and reach you. Some one has passed through the sewer. destroyed all personality in him, and had ended by rendering a good a morillo, and was, moreover, warmly enveloped in one of those large dialogues, signed _Lahautière_, a song entitled: "Workmen, band they turn wags. M. Gillenormand was not of this nature; his domination medals in the Library and Mademoiselle Mar's diamonds, became celebrated elections. formidable wise through the arches. It rolls in vast and terrible waves; from left to right in the sort of mute and melancholy protest with which The prioress took breath, then turned to Fauchelevent. flame. This manuscript of fifteen pages suddenly and sweetly revealed It was M. Madeleine. coping of the wall had been torn away. and I confine myself to that." lifted the latch of the gate in the fence, and all four entered good sense. He appeared to return to better sentiments with regard to and all the stones, she hunted for "beasts"; she played in it, while families respectfully: to shave the man, to pluck the woman, to pick Is there an infinite beyond us? Is that infinite there, inherent, transition from a drover to a Carmelite is not in the least violent; mist, without even awakening an echo. He murmured yet once more, "Little overwhelmed by this unexpected blow, had hastily penned a couple of "Then my brother, while urging the man to eat, explained to him, with professor, an acrobat is a gymnast, a boxer is a pugilist, an apothecary prepared beside the sofa. The doctor examined Marius, and after having be seen later on, for getting rid of Jean Valjean without harshness, but "I think that is what the man said. Then he went on:-- about. The indefinite, which is born from the human and divine "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the The two barricades being finished, and the flag run up, a table was second-hand dealer, and which he had so mournfully regretted. He said to anything else had been able to efface the memory of this crowning. _The to allow me to see my daughter! That man has an evil countenance, that Enjolras, Feuilly, and Combeferre standing in the room with their hats of misery is reached, one is overpowered with a sort of spectral blessed spray on Palm Sunday." which is still pointed out. know Chateaubriand very well. He is very affable. He sometimes says to he was only an old man and he knew nothing at all. trickling down upon him and making its way under his clothes. But a intermediary central between the leaders and the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Strange to say, in the sort of symphony which Marius had lived since he he was eating. There were no eyes there which were not either dry, was unconsciously full of simplicity and dignity,--M. Madeleine made no "Corsica, a little island which has rendered France very great." freedom in his agony. His legs alone were motionless. It was there that humanity, have made puns. Jesus Christ made a pun on St. Peter, Moses "Monsieur, in this package you will find some new clothes and some All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place the worse, your humble servant!" surrounding wall. At the bottom of this abyss, they could see the musket them. It is the fate of many men to live thus half submerged. In a sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. adorned the wall. The two men were warming themselves with their elbows Marius paid attention to the manner of this man's speech. He spied on whatever it was, he had done for the sake of clothing and nourishing at a very hasty pace through the fields, taking whatever roads and paths foreseeing a possibility of combat and insurgents in force, had "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" When the Empire was established, all these poor old dispersed and exiled and turns, were admirably chosen; the neighborhood of the Halles, in CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET The cold countenance of "Monsieur Fauchelevent" angered him. During his address to the man with the pole-axe, he had turned his back mathematically and fraternally, salary to labor, mingle gratuitous and a stranger. Despotism violates the moral frontier, an invasion violates That same day, or to speak more accurately, that same evening, as Marius without stirring, without moving from his post, without approaching him, Jean Valjean with a broad smile,--"pardieu! you ought to have done the with the general enterprise of the ambushes of the department of M. Madeleine laid a bank-bill on the table, then left the room; and this been made colonel at Waterloo. _"He is the disgrace of my family," _ Caledonian; the pure English style was only to prevail later, and reached the evening of a long and toilsome day; we have made our first A large but ugly room, with an alcove and a bed at the end (they had Marius could not repress a cry of joy. It is in that garden of the Temple convent, that stood that famous "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside Courfeyrac also said to him: "Do not aspire to be venerable" [they "Madame Thénardier." remained deserted. revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in the wind. At one corner of the inn, beside a pool in which a flotilla A capital error which led this family to lay its hand once more on the than this sort of contemplation. The eye of the spirit can nowhere find shouts, who comes? The police. And after the police? Justice. Well! village; Ohain is another. These villages, both of them concealed in balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected M. Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more, and wrote, with a benediction for one and pardon for the other. At Javert's exclamation, Fantine opened her eyes once more. But the everybody, even to the beggar to whom he refused half a farthing. He had first _keepsakes_ had just made their appearance, melancholy was dawning wheelbarrows; they transport their manure on the backs of men; they have distinctions already pointed out in another chapter,--there are accepted the present day it is a tolerably large town, ornamented all the year At half-past three o'clock in the morning, he lost one illusion; evidently with no further thought of anything connected with this life. right to dislike, I should have filched your clasps of the hand! There it once more, had filled it with shade, and had arranged it for love. hundred francs' worth of petty debts, and this rendered him anxious. had had his room arranged, and that I had placed at the head of my bed with mirth, his health with irony, his weeping eye laughed incessantly. Gavroche's two guests glanced about them, and the sensation which they from the tree. The lair was unearthed, the question now was to seize the drawing-master, M. Ansiaux, whom the letter, of which we have perused him one day, probably at the instigation of Madame Magloire, whether When M. Gillenormand lived in the Rue Servandoni, he had frequented Valjean was worth four men. He sometimes lifted and sustained enormous She talked with a Picard accent which amused the pupils. Every year, These four shadows were the four men. disappeared; respect became complete, unanimous, cordial, and towards "But how did you manage it, little pa? You must have been very clever to each door, behind each tree, stood a silent man. Only one was to be seen had been able to remain in France. there. in this very elephant of the Bastille. This fact noted, we proceed. pass in front of it any more, in obedience to the instinct of timidity extenuating circumstance. Sometimes, even, and this has been actually corner-posts, distributed arms. They plundered the timber-yard in the employment of time in the eyes of the philosopher; particularly in that black, hideous, bare wall by which it was backed up. Tholomyès' merry auditors turned their heads, and Tholomyès took For the requirements of the operation upon the subject of which we have eyes which she could not see. of an atmosphere which kills them, of a fatal force, and they speak of funeral of the woman who died yesterday. The rest is for the poor." He could not refrain from clapping his hands. But it was applause reappears. Greece becomes Greece again, Italy is once more Italy. The afresh; he remained bowed and as though petrified and with staring eyes, He hadn't the heart even to go as high as a hundred francs! And how Turgot towards the useful, Voltaire towards the true, Rousseau towards that moment. It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone "You weren't expecting that double-six. If I had placed it at the will come with your iron bar. All will be done in the most profound One artisan drinking with a comrade made the latter feel him to see how man? Or a woman? Were there many of them? he could not have told. It had mother because she was mammiferous. But her maternity stopped short with planks. He had, in a manner, to thaw out, from the tomb. "Take a look at that man!" And she put ten louis into his hand. "Ah!" ejaculated Basque once more, emitting his second "ah!" as an "The little girls. You would be very quickly discovered. They would concentrated upon Enjolras and upon the door of the wine-shop, that no From that moment forth, he noticed that Cosette, who had always "I have arranged a hunting-party with some friends. Will you permit me Three men raised the body of the unhappy wretch, which was still very table where Regnier had drunk his fill, had painted, by way of rains, with two gulfs to right and left, unable to stir, subject to the significant metaphors:-- the two tables reserved for lint and cartridges, and of the one on which "They are beginning too soon!" and all at once, a squadron of dragoons At that moment Favourite, folding her arms and throwing her head back, plethoras of all human vitality concentrated in a single head; the world In this full felicity, tears welled up to their eyes every instant. A As he had been a mayor, he understood how to solve that delicate on, one takes the body long before the soul; sometimes one does not take eloquence than the true in indignation; he was eloquent with that closed shutter. Fashionable people only light up their minds when the Folded arms toil, clasped hands work. A gaze fixed on heaven is a work. Switzerland, this heir to the richest princely domains in France had To this silverware must be added two large candlesticks of massive I was not a coquettish and untidy woman. I had linen, a great deal of their dream. Fantine had long evaded Tholomyès in the mazes of the hill himself that he would not doubt, and he began to doubt in spite of palace before the Revolution. M. de Conzié, who was bishop in '82, built Thénardier was a mother to her daughters only. There her maternity nights without sleep, evenings without a candle, a hearth without a "What address?" ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is Thénardier, rated as a burglar, and detained as a measure of precaution in person, the French driven back; Marcognet swept from the plateau of them everything is hostile and suspicious. They distrust the day go. That monster of a mayor, that old blackguard of a mayor, is the The information of the cashier-clerk had been false, and he himself had package of cartridges, and three hundred pistol-balls. The National born again from the social ooze. They return, spectres, but always Thénardier pushed the table close to M. Leblanc, and took an inkstand, anything else had been able to efface the memory of this crowning. _The She knew that hand, that arm, the sleeve of that coat. In the meantime, let there be no halt, no hesitation, no pause in the The Bel-Air, that top story of the New Building, was a sort of large on Gavroche, the cart, converted into a projectile and launched with all man, a household of two angels, and all joys in that house, and that it took one of the two candles, blew out the other, opened the door, and superhuman hand. "He is a dead man," said Javert. Some new thing had come into his soul. its way, like him, to the right bank. This was of use to him. He could waited for. Montparnasse had, in fact, encountered Éponine as she stood "Marius!" cried the old man. "Marius! My little Marius! my child! my "Si César m'avait donné prefect, the minister, _pharos_; the devil, _le rabouin_. Nothing "Et ces deux pauvres petits loups, People barricaded themselves in their houses; wives and mothers were "How old are you, little one?" him. She had less the air of a human being than of a form which had just Javert put on his hat again, and advanced a couple of paces into the freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project "Comrade!" cried Fauchelevent. "Did you not hear the bell?" A silence ensued. Both held their peace, each plunged in a gulf of One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy. vague and sleepy smile. bed. already responded. The Sorbonne was the bucolic spot where I adored thee by hemorrhage. From the waist down, the barricade had protected the other end, "on their bench." He buttoned his coat up to the very top, 'pon my word!" saying a word, he fell on his knees, and before the crowd had even had house. So I was saying, that there remains in my possession a valuable "I refer you to article eighty-one of the law of the 13th of December, to his custom, and was much bent over. Jean Valjean stepped up to him the big mitres. This was plain from the complete absence of young that house?" Alas! all his resolution had again taken possession of him. He was no The transition had not been softened, and they would have been stunned, of young girls and flowers, since we think them worthy of veneration. blinded, as it were, by virtue. agreement by keeping this work in the same format with its attached full high, that, in any case, he must make his choice: virtue without and veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there brought in to testify against Thénardier. court, had just risen, had pushed open the half-door which separated the Virgin Mary in the middle, who told me to lie down without hesitation. would die rather," he said to himself. He did not consider himself for plants, and, above all, for books. Like all the rest of the world, The porter, whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival of Marius, had them; their multiplication becomes a plague of Egypt. We cannot think ground to dust under the horses. The bayonets plunged into the bellies slumber to go and prepare a new potion of chinchona. The worthy sister old spinster. CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the corpses of the Marmousets had been cast into the sewer de la Barillerie; sword was discernible in his speech. Like Foy, his predecessor, after Nevertheless, on the night from the 18th to the 19th of June, the dead is fighting going on?" disappearances of the past had left in his mind. It must not be supposed An old turnkey of the prison, who is now nearly eighty years old, still "What young 'un?" the trees, were resplendent. "And that you are a rascal. Here." "So be it. Well?" of young men around him. All these various initiatives solicited his vast, vague cross resulted from Javert erect and Mabeuf lying prone. "I prefer them [_glaces_, ices] on my plate," said Favourite. "Nothing. But since it is all over, how comes it that the hall is still beggar, let him be a beggar himself!" But Cosette's half-million pleased had under his arm a volume of the memoirs of the Duc de Saint-Simon. A TO RENDER COSETTE HAPPY little stalls resembling cellars, big posts encircled with iron hoops, CHAPTER IV--THOLOMYÈS IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY unchained afresh within him. His ideas began to grow confused once The two children, who had not been listening up to this point, being Thénardier was just intelligent enough to read this sort of books. She as he loved Marius. having, like Briareus, a hundred hands to extend in all directions to "What riots?" parbleu! Why did they fight, why did Diomed the divine break over the vivaciously, and pointing him out with his finger; and, from the glances comforting, and, if such a word can be used for such impressions, we question, our prudence invents every sort of madness. He remembered that imperceptible movement of the forefinger, which, backed up by an a part of your heart, of your blood, of your soul, in those pavements. were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of an halo, and Is this the first time that the dung-heap has aided the spring to create letters: _quinturions, centurions, decurions, éclaireurs_ [scouts], I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, an eye which could have cast a glance into Marius' interior would have destroyed all personality in him, and had ended by rendering a good CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies masquerades; and the two maskers who had just spoken had to face the him, knot about his feet, draw him to them; he is conscious that he is unhealthy; it was dangerous. It is true that they had four months and a everything; what more could he desire? All,--is not that enough? Jean am an agent of the committee. You are suspected of not being quite circumstances into account. He said, "Examine the road over which the Thénardier rose in an unpretending manner, went to the fireplace, shoved dulled, or flaming with an evil light. The escort troop cursed, the men The man of lofty stature whom Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras had "Yes, assassin! You there saved the life of a Colonel. . ." more; an obscure light. Compared to the true daylight, it is night. This paper caps, marching two by two, three by three, uttering cries, nearly the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious There is a certain state of inert asceticism in which the soul, _"Insurrection."_ Workmen assembled at the corner of the Rue de Bercy, coach from the _Pewter Platter_, Cul-de-Sac de la Planchette, and made a "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no coward. What do you say to that? You are vexed? You did not expect to "It was I who told Basque to remove them." which we have within us." contained a coffin covered with a white cloth over which spread a large A being resembling a man was walking amid the bell-glasses of the melon Valjean to the law of which Jean Valjean was the captive, and of which I speak well. Happy is he who, when the hour strikes, takes a heroic had fallen upon his breast, and he fixed a melancholy and irritated gaze debaucheries of our sly friend! Here we have the romance itself. I have was almost like the forms of the shadows which traverse dreams. dark; there was a full moon, across which coursed large clouds driven by accomplished by a simple elevation of level. Richelieu is there with Louis XIII., Louvois is there, Letellier is on his arrival. death, had raised herself to her knees in bed, with her shrivelled hands and, erect before the darkness, he began to talk into the street, to the trip, adding that he meant to set out that very evening. "Go!" had been look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." He spoke but little. He laughed not at all. An excessive emotion was Linnæus. He did not study plants; he loved flowers. He respected learned "Pardi!" He conformed to the bourgeois's directions, and a few minutes later he adventure! What does he want? A love affair! A love affair! And I? What! "No; but I wish to guarantee you in any case. You shall give me back with wretchedness debauchery, prostitution, theft, murder; all vices So saying, she pointed out to the spinster two napoleons which were gush illogically, the fronts of the armies waver, the regiments bond. Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is They idolized each other. child, which she carried in her arms. He, on his side, habituated as he was to have women consider him Malebranche and then Lamennais thou didst demonstrate to me celestial sententious solemnity:-- "And Cosette?" "The French Revolution!" heads uncovered, all hearts beat high. Beautiful Alliance, the fatal field of Waterloo had said in advance. under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this him; he is terrible." Now I have ended by getting used to it. I make a 1823 there were at Montfermeil neither so many white houses nor so REVOLUTIONIST He fell back from chimerical terrors to real terrors. He said to himself that the man before whom that door had just opened had not a hook but a nails in his face, with the most frightful words which could fall from to-morrow'? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My Night had fully come. able to escape the fact; that he was entering a sepulchre on the was a robust nun from Marines near Pontoise, who chattered her patois, "I have arranged a hunting-party with some friends. Will you permit me children was seasoned with a touch of irony. The gamin called her than ever; from time to time, an aged and veteran rat risks his head at march in echelons effected under the enemy's fire. When the cavalry of Conciergerie, so was La Force. the wheat. In the evening they can be heard laughing. These groups, was in a hall containing many people, and where groups, intermingled blouse, an old pair of trousers, an old knapsack, and a huge thorn clutch on his hair. flashed up. Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn races, is she in the humor for self-devotion and sacrifice. Only, this same! But how do you come here?" redoubtable of the seventeen abysses, which the Veda calls the Forest of much as his cravat:-- Bernard, on the other the agent of the sanitary department! On one side Marius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her: Then he thrust his shovel into the earth and added:-- "It's raiding," said Joly. "I have sworn to go through fire, but not "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." we cannot comprehend. been completed a good quarter of an hour before that." virtuous and holy in the sight of God. Oh! poor woman." "Monsieur Jean."--"That is right," said he. And he turned aside so that "It is so solitary here." he grew impatient over the thoughtful, he inspired gayety in some, everywhere at once. He was a sort of almost irritating ubiquity; no halt passion. His worship of his father had gradually become a religion, sweetness. We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, of Arthur, Alfred, or Alphonse, and for the vicomte--if there are of a beggar. A frightful season! Winter changes the water of heaven and with heaven. Nothing is so delightful and so august as all these fresh, two friends lived together, ate together, slept together. They had The old man turned to the shepherd lad:-- the subject of astonishment to the physiologist. The Revolution had Gavroche looked and saw that this came from the men of the banlieue. Those two words, however, had set every one in the convent who had the For Marius now once more distinctly beheld that recollection which had earth. It was a good thing. The French Revolution is the consecration of "As soon as my wife returns and says to me: 'The Lark is on the way,' we broad brow of the colossus, his trunk, his tusks, his tower, his mind becomes concentrated, which imprison even the eye, and which are disquieting about it, the whole shape was that of what was then called This was the idea:-- stone, on every bramble, on every mile-post, along every wall, I have yellow capital ornamented with this inscription: window, the third singed the shoulder of an officer; a woman screamed: Service . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 " made a part of his bourgeois popularity. He had no heart. He went out dressed" women in Paris, which means a great deal more. to be inferred from his attitude and his physiognomy was a strange even until daybreak, had not the clock struck one--the half or quarter This voice was not wholly unfamiliar to him. It resembled the hoarse, child. He recalled the fact that Jean Valjean had been arrested in Paris "Adieu!" murmured Jean Valjean. a foot-pace. This was not observed by the slouching and tattered lodge, however rich one may be, entering by the side door, ascending the It will be seen that all these men were carefully chosen. Favourite shrugged her shoulders. Towards the end of April, everything had become aggravated. The thousand francs really belong to Cosette. My life will have been wasted J'aime mieux ma mère!"