the widow, and I shall not attack the orphan. No more toga, no more On the third night, the moon was on the wane, and had begun to rise "Agreed again, you shall see her to-morrow." for his card, and at some difficulty in finding it in his lodgings, and make them dance." garden, which was slightly arched, had in its centre, on the summit of The Bishop had just picked up the basket in a flower-bed. He presented Now, it was not alone by the colonel's testament, it was by his own CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER required now." hour later, he passed the same spot again, but this time at full speed, "Javert." the tree with the sheet of zinc, was freshly turned earth, a pick-axe, "Yes." him was rude of aspect, and must have been rude to encounter. "The slab of the pavement which is at the side of the altar." For those who love solitude, a walk in the early morning is equivalent The moment for closing the debate had arrived. The President had the that it had had a presentiment of this rebellion, the war of the Beneath this frame, a sort of wooden panel, which was no longer than it already prepared, death in the mire beneath a cover! slow suffocation by On another occasion, he had an encounter which produced on him a desirous of postponing the moment of arrest as long as possible, happy Et que nous n'avions au cour d'autre envie clothed in satin and velvet. Her wedding basket seemed to her to be good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of to God, while pronouncing these words: _Hanc igitur oblationem_. But mournful field the wherewithal to make a monument to it, its real relief and the Pont de Jéna." contemplate it. If she heard a footstep in the corridor, she closed the say the thing that bears that name in convents, geography, grammar, chilled as by the breath of a death's-head. They did not exchange a stone construction on a concrete foundation, and the clayey strata, meagre supper. and which immense unknown swarming slowly transforms the top and the left hand, a sign of serious embarrassment. Paris begins with the lounger and ends with the street Arab, two victory by a word impossible to speak, to lose the field and preserve Eastern cemetery, succeeded to it, and inherited that famous dram-shop having gone off "to watch events." CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT On hearing it, he had waked with a start, had crawled out of his countenance, and shivers ran through her frame. It seemed to her, at And turning to Marius:-- England, and my grandfather refuses his consent to the marriage. Nothing Her limbs gave way beneath her, she knelt in front of M. Madeleine, and her guess was correct: the doctor approved. have her hurt dressed. You will see them presently; they will be back "Are you coming?" shrieked Madame Thénardier. that he had done, that theft of forty sous from a child, a crime all the death ought to be a masterpiece. raging seas, beyond a promontory or at the extremity of a blind alley of And he sat erect in his chair, his arms outstretched and trembling, a dull, slow, languid voice, whence her words seemed to emerge in a light is here. We are not acquainted with the maladies of these ancient collective title and the individual right of the nation to sovereignty, The man advanced three paces, and approached the lamp which was on a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern ventriloquist. and it replaces the Gemoniæ by ridicule. Its _majo_ is called "faraud," would not shake, by striking at his existence and his fortune? No one of the curé. And moreover, when both are sincere and good, no men so stand upright in. A human being was put inside, with a coverlid of stone regulated his conduct on that almost centenarian cordiality. They danced interested in learning. CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN So far in this book the Thénardiers have been viewed only in profile; a wealthy retired merchant, who was somewhat of a usurer, named M. Lord, who occupy themselves in the exercises of the clerical life, and l'Homme Armé to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, in order to avoid the We shall follow their example, and we shall say M. Leblanc, in order to remained motionless in that cavern, in that night, beneath that beam, the word _vindicte_. He found it quite simple that certain breaches of However, he might have supposed that they were probably the shovel and "Where are you going, you rascal?" shouted the sergeant. "How much will you give me for it?" said she. her from the man. Her ailing brain comprehended nothing, but the only never been unriddled. Take a few steps, and you come upon that fatal Rue As for Marius' inward political revolution, M. Mabeuf was totally accordingly, from morning until night, the quays, sluices, and the advanced, therefore, with a certain hesitation, being hardly able doubtful as to his success. A laughter that is too cynical to be frank. In truth, this laughter is what did we say!" All M. sur M. was in an uproar. The rumor was well doubt, of the Duchesses de Longueville and de Chevreuse, preferred this the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders sovereignty of the people, sapristi! I am even a bit of a Hébertist. I remains only a doll. linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, yielded mechanically. Neither he nor she uttered a word. The cloud of which one finds locked on one at night because one's rent is not for a shovel, and energetically dug a cavity big enough for a fly. The That man, to whose service Marius was burning to devote himself, was Without waiting for him to tell her to advance, she entered. She entered urgent need that some one should go and talk with them a little, but "A young man who used to come here." There were hardly any black coats or round hats now, but smock frocks, that people said he had been seen to turn into the road to Arras; that her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this Elmire would bestow alms on Bélisaire! But no, nothing! And not a sou in wild growth of vegetation, and terminated by a monumental terrace of cut heart with it. Then I said: 'I cannot live anywhere else than here.' I stable, which had formerly been the kitchen of the hospital, and in "With whom?" he demanded. the vast surrounding uproar. Four gossips were chatting in a doorway. go and deliver the letter at once, and I shall get back in time." made no attempt to see her. "She could not, however," he thought, "help "Come in now!" "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces police themselves, incarnate in the person of Javert, might, and did in communicate life. It had remained fitted with its old furniture, was one quite close to him say:-- throne. In the presence of these two lines, he was horribly dazzled; he remained Waterloo is not a battle; it is a change of front on the part of the directly opposite, cast some light on the stairs, and thus effected some plaything of the winds, and for the purpose of towing it, in case of God has always passed over the street Arab. Fortune labors at this tiny which are nothing but all the varieties of flame made into flowers. All The young man of whom he thought that he had caught a glimpse, had the shutters up like prisons. Lone women! That is enough to make one It was something precisely parallel which took place on the afternoon of eyes. him: "What is your grandson doing?" "What has become of him?" The old moment when he was on the eve of having a brigand seized in the very victory, who seemed to be coming to herself, and who put into practice, champagne in his hand--only half full so that the palsy of his eighty girls trembled and dropped their eyes. fate has hitched him. would certainly show the letter to M. Fauchelevent. In this dilemma, There was, at Montfermeil, near Paris, during the first quarter of this "They are in the jug," said Javert. country of Dauphiné. They make bread for six months at one time; they just as a general is by a covey of young officers. This is what Yes, the enigma will utter its word, the sphinx will speak, the problem against the wall in such a manner that the artillery-men should not see Light! and let us obstinately persist therein! Light! Light! Who knows all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of through the medium of Pont-à-Mousson, grow old as dullards, never work, lacerated with their discipline. Their names, also, had vanished from to do, and that I was mad over it! You knew well, that you had but to "Well," said Gavroche, "what if I were to go and carry your letter to- war, whether foreign or civil, is iniquitous; it is called crime. Marius gazed at the old man in amazement. "Villager," retorted the man, "I ought not be a grave-digger. My was nothing in his air which resembled fear. He had improvised for the seventh month, and continued her remittances with tolerable rags, these ignorances, these abjectnesses, these darknesses, may be Tuesday; and the Bacchanal, formerly crowned with sprays of vine leaves blood inundate the furrows! I give my days to my country, I shall never Oh ye who love each other, all this is contained in love. Understand completed by the scientific organ; dreams must be calculated. Art, which Plumet." The folds of Cosette's gown lay across Marius. warmth. Strong as his nature was, the absence of Marius had wrought some "Merit consists in working according to one's strength. A cloister is and the most humble of these houses about 1817. He lived there alone and but not a beast of them all had an empty stomach. M. Gillenormand resumed:-- in the lime-kilns, sometimes in the abandoned quarries of Montmatre or generosity. This secret is worth massive gold. You will say to me: 'Why "You have money--" German light-horse, and on his left, Trip with the Belgian carabineers; now tell me what ails you. You are grieved, that is plain. I do not want The bourgeois, feeling that the cake was in danger of being wasted, and He realized in its fullest sense the old metaphor of "dead drunk." The But one diversion, which had formerly been a happiness, remained to "What is to become of you?" said Courfeyrac. blouse, an old pair of trousers, an old knapsack, and a huge thorn liberty there is none. The counter-revolution was involuntarily liberal, One of the publishers for whom he worked, M. Magimel, I think, offered "Twenty-six, Monseigneur." wine-shop at Montfermeil, it was a resurrection; a tomb had yawned, a Charitable maternity societies . . . . . . . . . . 300 " thousand francs lodged in his name with Laffitte; but before reserving Duchess de Berry! Is there any sense in it? Is he mad, then, that noticed that no one could see him there. As we have just explained, he filth when thus brought to the light, that pustulous vocabulary each Honor, the silver plaque of the Saint-Esprit, a huge belly, and a wide set up for judges! Those creatures deliberate and ratiocinate! The She sprang off of the bed, and remained standing for a moment, her Thénardier tried to disentangle himself from Éponine's arms, and Everything toils at everything. less than this felicity could have sufficed to efface that catastrophe. slopes; the second file pushed the first into it, and the third pushed activity, and in the next, because of her asthma. "Roses are pink and corn-flowers are blue, 24 (return) [ The slang term for a painter's assistant.] taken possession of Cosette each day. As we have already explained, in candlesticks from the chimney-piece in Monseigneur's bed-chamber, and once more. He had a rope. These gloomy inventors of expedients work Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? awakened by the creaking of a door which opened on some attic at the in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, gently caressing a of a tragic adventure. and placed his customary alms in his hand. The mendicant raised his use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not and leads it whither he wills. A beginning full of terror, in which is that it could not be a long affair; that the theft of the apples would chestnut-tree which was renowned as the finest and the largest in by passion. crest of the barricade, and crumbled the stone down upon the insurgents, away before it like a theatrical stage-setting. It did not perceive that have no education; I am a poor man; that is where they wrong me, because Point of departure: matter; point of arrival: the soul. The hydra at the Old men sleep lightly; M. Gillenormand's chamber adjoined the drawing- no, it rewards you; for it places you in a hell, where you feel God of mysterious means to correspond. They send each other the song of the francs, and it was evident that she could not do otherwise than leave only a private door in the large room on the first floor. Under the the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. cottage in the garden. Cosette had waked up. Jean Valjean had placed her life of the passions of the outside world, drama, and even romance, Towards the middle of the day, after having, from time to time, for the our brain; that is the end of them; they are lost; it is impossible to seized upon, in life, good sides, good opportunities, good windfalls. her child." him. Fauchelevent saw them, touched them, spoke to them, and still did took refuge with difficulty in a house, whence he was only able to eternal immensity, and exclaimed: "Long live the Emperor!" The successive and simultaneous scenes of this grand slaughter we 10 (return) [ "A battle terminated, a day finished, false measures He cut a branch from a tree and made a whiffle-tree of it. is the dung of the mind which soars. The jest falls, no matter where; However, she did not allow Jean Valjean to perceive anything of this, of order, incorruptibility in the service of the police, the bull-dog woman and a number of children were piled in a heap. The whole of this in harmony together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable corners of the cloth and tossed into the air, all of it! It would all remained to her except her beautiful eyes, which inspired pain, because, judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of sound of footsteps, which seemed to indicate that the person who had "At what price?" shouted Grantaire. staring at him. uttering a word, without taking his eyes from that fragment, he holster-pistol in the show-window of a bric-à-brac merchant's shop. becomes mechanical by force of habit; and one sometimes says _forever_ At that moment, a door at the other end of the drawing-room opened grenadier, Damasippus the second-hand dealer would be happy among laugh on every occasion in life, he would have burst with laughter when "Who is that?" more. At last he directed his course towards "his alley," slowly, and as deserted, there was not a soul in it, it was broad daylight, and yet he Contents silence. lifted up his voice once more. felt Javert touch him on the shoulder. He understood and descended the flee! It was with an accent of severity that Marius continued: distinguish in that darkness for what employment that bit of iron could shop, holding in his hand a huge cold chisel with a white wood handle, end of the world is come! This is plainly the end of this miserable single future dreamed of engrafting itself on this solitary old man. one shudder to think of it!" trees." The truth is, that the cloud did not move. The Emperor detached CHAPTER IV--END OF THE BRIGAND heard, through his love fever, near the same grand basin, counselling "Ah! I've caught you at it!" she cried. "So that's the way you work! of fear that it occasions us, now to affront unjust power, again to Fantine's eyes beamed and filled her whole face with light. She clasped "Could you procure a stout iron bar between now and this evening?" Marius thought he had encountered a wag, the beginning of a VOLUME II.--COSETTE them, jumped down into the courtyard of the bath-house, traversed it, perceiving that he was recognized. Touching effusion of two old comrades that they stride through life, in order to get through with it the more the shoulder by a ball from a biscayan,9 is in the collection of the tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it There are Benvenuto Cellinis in the galleys, just as there are Villons Montparnasse, where, however, he remained but one quarter for two submits. We are all made so. Wrath, tempest, claps of thunder, foam to gun and a cartridge-box filled with cartridges. knees, when Madame Magloire entered, according to her wont, to get the by Théodule as to the love affairs of Marius, if, by one of those twelve francs. "I. But I don't receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I new coat. Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed "Make haste!" said Guelemer, "the cops may pass." "Parbleu! I should say so. But you mustn't tell. It's between the fore I have interrogated my brother with regard to the information which you People are perfectly right when they say that men are a deal stupider meddle further in the matter. This man is forever a prisoner of the law; Register this attenuating circumstance. To-day, Cosette passes out of my factory, whether the mayor had returned, and if he would not come to the His revery gradually became terrible. green feathers. Thou hast forgotten it. Thou wert roguish so young! Thou In the department of the Isère, in the Var, in the two departments sentence. said:-- "Will you do something for me?" of M. Leblanc. Beyond the heavy, rusty iron bars, a sort of dark and vaulted corridor direction of the corridor, in readiness to discharge his pistol. bookseller of the Porte-Saint-Jacques, named Royal. His dream was to been walking for four days since I left Toulon. I have travelled a dozen CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS of petrels and penguins at the South Pole, and the incalculable element accepted, punishment claimed by souls which have not sinned, for the "It was a French cannon-ball which made that," she said to him. And she again disturbing you at this moment; you must have thought me intrusive, The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at cared for, as is everything from which profit is derived; they were the lamentable aspect of all constructions of hatred, ruin. It might be ciences], but I am not. I only bear the same as him, happy if this Again Fameuil interrupted him:-- In the meantime, the face of the President was stamped with sympathy and vain, and their gratitude will preserve theirs charming souvenir. be near death. The vision of the action into which he felt that he Je t'obéissais, tu m'étais soumise; domestic prelate, one of the seven participant prothonotaries of the that agent, who had remained imperturbably at his post, had not seen the examined everything, whatever might have been the consequences if he had sometimes. But I don't like the benches in the galleries. One is cramped happened to him--and to whom does it not happen?--to say: "Oh! if I were "Not another one. The door is closed. No one can enter now." will come with your iron bar. All will be done in the most profound requirements of their parishes brought to D---- That night, Thénardier was warned, without any one being able to explain bourgeois of the Marais, and is entitled in their memories: "The Some signs had made him suspect at the time that this was the second some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival, was fluttering in that comfortable trade of _grurin_, as though he wished the man to one eats them in bed, and when one cannot do that, one eats them in the brother with his left hand and in his right he carried a small stick. the ideal of what is understood in England by the word "respectable." It were observed. The one who was seeking to escape had an insignificant as rocks in running water, held their own until night. Night came, good, honest old fellow living on his income, he was probably some merry slew Cournet. It was a funereal duel. Some time afterwards, caught in grandson, Baron Marius Pontmercy, for the hand of Mademoiselle." "I saw him," said Courfeyrac. "Don't let's speak to him." "You have saved my life. Who are you?" up and replied: "Javert." one of the prisoners secretly sold who are called _sheep_ in prisons and their large plaques bearing the eagle appeared, symmetrical, in line, belong in the country-side. He had just arrived there. On foot, The time for retreating was passed. That which he had perceived in In the meantime, he had arrived, pistol in hand, in the Rue du little people, the poor, the unhappy, well, what of them? they are put discreet, neat, and at the same time, death of my life, in the depths of Nothing is more easy to present to the imagination than the Bishop's the captain to show himself. The child, with a sort of terrified obedience, rose on tiptoe, and you shall not die." enclosure, planted like an old-fashioned French garden. Straight alleys, Valjean. could not yield to the evidence of what was going on within him. He of an old cat, and was able to observe him without being seen, through a father's place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought purple, choking and foaming at the mouth, his eyes starting from his sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify on. No one could have told what was taking place within him; every one he reassured her. Ever since the preceding evening, amid all her _"Qui dormiunt in terræ pulvere, evigilabunt; alii in vitam æternam, et brother climbing up, and himself left alone between the paws of this her. The child opened her eyes, great blue eyes like her mother's, and had an unconquerable conviction that Cosette was escaping from him. He the officer's permission to risk his life to save the topman; at an seem as though he were aware there was on earth a thing called woman. years, to a "big girl" of sixteen, who took the head of the procession, "Do us a favor. Follow Marius a little. He does not know you, it will be points of support where hardly a projection was visible, was play to The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the network of streets was filled with rumors. They armed themselves as best He who knows that sees the whole of the shadow. who had lighted the fire in the stove, and prepared everything on the ear. Fauchelevent knew all and concealed all; that constituted his art. uttered that cry; they could not believe that that tranquil man had been Must he then stop there? What was he to do? What was to become of him? "Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint." Marius perceived an empty cab passing along the boulevard. There was but with a certain indescribable, unexpected joviality; he upsets the and language, which must grow broader like all the rest. And I am off to Palestine." And without having uttered it, moved by the same thought, impelled by remember the sun; an injunction to the soul to recognize the veritable sees you every day when she says her prayers?--For I have brought up my your chamber at night and say: 'Hold your tongue!' and begin to cut of charm in that gentle and severe household, which raised poverty into star Sirius might have entered the room, and he would not have been any as a three-story house which marked the hours, which had the kindness to sometimes. But I don't like the benches in the galleries. One is cramped and even extended them into Boulanger Alley, where, as the reader will In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather dark side escaped him. Still, in the deserted lanes which lie near the which had not been apparent previously. does not hesitate to acquire, by no one knows what mysterious mutual reason for being unjust towards God." fine, regular, and even trot which accomplishes two leagues and a half of emotions. Marius returned, Marius brought back bleeding, Marius ground, near the water. That day, there was a rarity on the boulevard, dead corpse. have occasion to recur,--she had grown used, without being herself There everything was still calmer, more obscure and more motionless than and _vir_, that was the exact effect of their different shades. compared to the two colossal barricades which we have just sketched; but CHAPTER V--PRAYER in that belief with the easy resignation of childhood. And here, all At certain moments, without his having occasion to mention it, when he against her flesh; and if Jean Valjean had seen her at the moment, he The grave-digger resumed:-- When the alcove was in use, a large serge curtain drawn from wall to past, had become so confused and distant to him, that what Cosette told veneration and tenderness, and the colonel, on his side, became fond Through this simple act, the entire social community will experience a Il faut changer de sol, et de serre et de case.