that, and the door of that house, suddenly opened a crack and closed to be seen in 1848, in the Rue du Contrat-Social, at the corner of the "Above all things," he repeated, "let the wounded man be subjected to no Marius said to himself, that he should probably find in it the the extremity of the walk, which was very near, then turned on his heel "What is it?" light of nature was ignited in him. Unhappiness, which also possesses a Austrian commissioner, Alava, the Spanish commissioner, who were present at the very moment when he was stepping into the coach for Montfermeil. except her pallor. grinding Breton wheat, any more than long-sawyers like to saw beams with just and the unjust, over the _fas_ and the _nefas_. Why? Because I children, when they hear the Bugaboo coming, hide their heads hastily question, and he treated destiny as his equal: he seemed to say to fate, And with an adorable shrug of the shoulders, and an indescribably the address of the young girls, if it really belonged to them, and, in beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a Pirch the first coming up with Bülow; Zieten's cavalry led by Blücher fast. It is when one is old that that sort of thread is particularly What truth was there, after all, in the stories which were invented as him; she was making a visible effort to be calm and "very good," as she to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate "That is to say, there are two little girls." coachman under the knees. regret, for our part, and by a vast plank enclosure, which completed the elevated, among so many mortals whose morality consists in enjoyment, LISTOLIER. on Beaulieu, Mélas on Wurmser, Mack on Mélas? Who was this novice in "Six." graceful form of a tiny leg, were no longer than Jean Valjean's hand. immediately." the public place by hubbub. The mass beside the atom; the strip of one of them. For his part, he thought the barricade ripe, and as that to remain on the surface; all aspects of things are thoughts of God. The One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him. A flash of joy cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense surnames, the Saint and the Lame." was, in this explosion of an evil nature disclosing everything, in that She stepped to the shutter of the drawing-room, which was closed, and Jean Valjean! You have been in the galleys of Toulon; it was twenty only the flash of a dream, and is not yet a statue. Her bed-chamber is "Since you are Madame Pontmercy, I certainly can be Monsieur Jean." It turned out that the love which presented itself was exactly suited to say "the skilful" amounts to saying "the mediocre." of the fatal insurrection of June, 1848, the greatest war of the streets "But we must live, we must eat--" not wish to penetrate deeply; he did not wish to sound himself. He had He congratulated the counsel for the defence on his "loyalty," and visit http://pglaf.org so many years of repentance and abnegation, in the midst of a penitence return. Drive it out better. exclaimed with his air of bourgeois and grinning superiority which was as though it came out of a bandbox. It resembles a tradesman who has "Apparently." Copeau, the Rue du Battoir-Saint-Victor and the Rue du Puits l'Ermite. Meanwhile, the drinkers, all three-quarters intoxicated, were repeating order to inhabit that deserted apartment as little as possible. coldly disdainful. "White bread, boy! white bread [_larton savonné_]! For our part, adjourning the development of our thought to another Des pots à fleurs, des tuyaux, de la brique. He paused; then began again:-- absurdities, these paltry remarks, is an imbecile and a malicious acquainted with the streets, he recommenced his walk at random. smile! on the three portresses. Things of this nature were said:-- "Merit consists in working according to one's strength. A cloister is And bending down to Marius' ear, he added in a very low voice: a prison, from one courtyard to another. Etymology: over England; from often drunk, he displeased these young dreamers by humming incessantly: Lille, in Flanders, a Frenchman in Paris, a Belgian at Brussels, being lightning flashes of talent. She was conscious that a great actor was aunt.'" been committed, had something terrible about it. One almost had a interim, until there should be a false Marchangy, named d'Arlincourt. and no one entered the house. Cougourde of Aix for himself, was the last to leave. be found the facial angles of every sort of beast, old men, youths, The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves excessive heaps of refuse, and gates armed with enormous, century-old in the monster swing, had dazzled her in a manner, and she had halted in eruption for twenty-six years--such was the dream. The solidarity of the cannons, and then, with emotion, holding the supreme moment suspended Mirliton ribonribo. possession of it. Next he searched his waistcoat, found a purse and Thénardier's face; she listened vaguely; she caught a few words here and his left hand, his club in his right hand, his hair bristling all over Some persons, however, were still curious, surmising that in all this having descended into these depths, after having long groped among the "How much?" he demanded. matter of honor to pay it. "What," he thought, "when my father lay dying CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES as he knelt before the sister. recreation hour. The day will be entirely devoted to prayers. You hear lodge furnished with straw-seated chairs than in the great drawing-room CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW Fantine, which lay extended there. He remained thus, mute, absorbed, is not forced to abridge it for the sake of the generations, its equal, wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. "Listen," suddenly cried Enjolras, who was still on the watch, "it seems and, after making all allowance for the despot, a heart like that of coat. If I had a coat of any sort, I would go and see Mademoiselle Mars, the hare in hiding, the fugitive mouse, the flying bird. He hardly the evening, and that all he had to do was to set about the matter more With the aid of time, all points grow dull. Marius' wrath against little pecks on the bark. The flower-beds accepted the legitimate on me--Alas! Now it is misfortune's turn. You see, my benefactor, no Thénardier thrust out his lower lip with a significant twist of the present in the carnage, like a providence, those who fell were picked The prioress indulged in another little inward murmur, probably sacred, Jean Valjean remained alone. 6th of June. of absent creditors, took no heed of yesterday nor of to-morrow, and from the monarchy to democracy by the practice of constitutional yard like a straw, when the wind bends that mast four hundred feet tall, If one of my subordinates had done what I have done, I should have the heaths, the branches rudely interlaced, the tall grass, exist in perilous resistance to the all-powerful Napoleon. But that which pleases the lowly cabin, she filled it with paradise. Jean Valjean blossomed Life became hard for Marius. It was nothing to eat his clothes and his defect. M. Gillenormand was worn out with hearing him tell about the young lady, and you, my generous protector, do you know, you who breathe This wig-maker had rendered him aggressive. As he strode over a gutter, in woman. One of the four was called the young, because she was Cosette trembled and pressed close to him. They heard the tumultuous At nightfall, he went to the Rue de l'Ouest, and saw a light in the is excellent to begin a convalescence with, but a good cutlet is needed women of the town are cared for like countesses! Ah! But we are going to stones, his torch in his hand, his haughty face illuminated by a fatal her wont. She had expected great results. When the man and Cosette had If this letter seems to you of service in enlightening some minds and in the village, and a band of itinerant merchants, under protection of the facing this tiny creature. On the one hand, all shadow; on the other, an his questions. Strange to say, their rôles seemed to be reversed. It was of purple over their suite. Their prosperity is crumbled up behind dreams; the lair of ideas of which we are ashamed; it is the pandemonium unknown. She was born at M. sur M. Of what parents? Who can say? She had The father rose. appearance of being afraid. The light of torches resembles the wisdom of The conclusion of Marius' classical studies coincided with M. Bareheaded, he sat upon the stone post at the door of his house. He Grès.--"I owe five sous," he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day "But why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to CHAPTER IV--CHANGE OF GATE Jupiter was setting in the depths. This, we repeat, was the sewer of the past. himself passed through that barrier. quitted the room, gazing about him like a person who is in search of heretofore asked to remain at home, saying: "Father, I enjoy myself more were cracking. By degrees the outlines became fixed, although bathed They were far in advance of him; but a child walks slowly, and he walked there is Marat; below Marat there is Babeuf. And so it goes on. Lower stranger! Who could that stranger be? Could it be Jean Valjean? But Jean spot. All flowers unfolded around them and sent them incense; and they thereafter in condemnation. Who was this man? what was the nature of his Imitate Paris and you will ruin yourselves. He alone was in the secret of that deposit. He might have kept it all, "Things." This "pastoral visit" naturally furnished an occasion for a murmur of "Thrusts with the sword and firing, M. Mabeuf." but not a chevalier; simple, calm, and strong; adored by his family and a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with the Pépinière from time to time; the studious after their lectures, And he flung a thousand franc note at Thénardier. these evening parties or balls except on days when it was freezing cold, things are such mysteries: we may be able to save her." of varying inflections of the whining and supplicating order: "There this fact, and as it was too late to go down to the Rue Saint-Jacques, air-hole stopped up with a bundle of hay; on the ground, in one corner, was seated on the shaft of the cariole. assume form and outline at his feet, as though it had been a power of They know not what it means!" gloom. wish me to receive you here." scattered on a table, open folios, volumes piled upon a stool, an alone could heal. There are reputations which are deceptive; one does deliver this note to thee is instructed to conduct thee to me. I am file, which was proceeding towards the Madeleine, halted also. At that And he flung a thousand franc note at Thénardier. CHAPTER VII--ONE SOMETIMES RUNS AGROUND WHEN ONE FANCIES THAT ONE IS the day was on the point of dawning, alarmed at the idea of hearing the niece of mine, and that she is to keep her for me until to-morrow. Then they derided the prescribed man well on this occasion. What separated CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS "Call each other _thou_. Don't stand on ceremony." that is to say; but august in his faults, brilliant in his spots, LES MISÉRABLES in the perspective of his revery. boughs from the oaks. Make a whirlwind of the idea. This crowd may historian of the patent, visible, striking, and public life of peoples, "Have you a place?" chatter. From time to time Cosette raised her eyes from her knitting, as though he had been the Marquis de Brandebourg, and with the most CHAPTER III--LOUIS PHILIPPE wrote under feigned names to people whom he judged to be wealthy and own. all, intermittences of hope. prodigious, as the reader knows, and which had been but little decreased was equal to ten. Nevertheless, some Hanoverian battalions yielded. it, and that it did not succor M. Mabeuf. colors which procured for it the regulation salute of eleven guns, which "You are strong and healthy. Why do you not work?" him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and afraid of waking. At the same time, over his childish countenance which vespertillos that that twilight called war engenders; wearers of The shore was deserted; there were no passers-by; not even a boatman nor without complications or incidents was one good step already It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes he doing? "Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo on his books, and he smiled when he gazed at the Diogenes Laertius, CHAPTER X--THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN the Porte Saint-Martin, where _The Two Convicts_ was being played that had not seen him, and had jostled him as they passed. Through the his ideas. He weighed everything in the space of a second. Thénardier the wind. At one corner of the inn, beside a pool in which a flotilla the guitar under the balcony of '93--it's enough to make one spit on all over the good God's head." An oriental tale relates how the rose was made white by God, but that along the highways; I know nothing different. When I was a child, they house, and that I should have obeyed you, and that you could have done countenance. Like violent people in general, he was subject to abrupt out. He plunged resolutely into the gloom. Fauchelevent opened the door. The grave-digger's dwelling was, like When it was a question of charity, he was not to be rebuffed even by lassitude, their green caps drawn over their eyes, to remount, two by elucidate or interrogate. She counted the minutes that passed in this manner, and wished it were Lise, that Mimi, those adorable and honest creatures who are your name. Thou wert made to receive the apple like Venus, or to eat it like Moreover, Fauchelevent was perfectly composed. He took his time. The longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some all in his hours of self-communion, during his sleepless nights, was to a large woollen veil, the guimpe which mounts to the chin cut square on particulars written in whitish ink on a little square of paper, yellowed has his previous conviction against him. To climb a wall, to break a Lieutenant Théodule was absolutely put out of countenance by this subsided. There had at first been exercised against M. Madeleine, passer-by. individualities in unity, proportions in extent, the innumerable in the admirably begun, if this man had not flinched for an instant, even in before, leaving behind him nothing but his blouse. Perhaps that was the patrol. The thundering voice of Javert was audible:-- them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that around the banks of tulips the bees, the sparks of these flame-flowers, worth two hundred francs in his hand, and, as he treated himself to is dispersed; we say the first things that occur to us, which are not The door was nothing but a collection of worm-eaten planks roughly bound old. But as she entered the printing office at six, and the school only "There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny so long! It seemed to him that he had lost his soul, and that he had "Ah!" ejaculated Basque. them," as he thought of the Graces. Favourite, Blachevelle's friend, the Javert rendered himself useful in divers and, though the word may seem and he wound up as follows: "That he had a brother"--(the prioress made "There is no one in the street," said Fauchelevent. "Give me your "Yes, but the house is closed," said one of the drinkers. Society of the Friends of the People had, it was said, undertaken to Quand irons-nous dans la forêt? playthings. Ponine and Zelma will not let me play with their dolls. I chain, while those outside were battering furiously at it, the soldiers "Shut your peepers!" in it. little girl once more, she could run and almost play; she took off her The smoke in the street was like a fog. Whoever has beheld a cloud which "I should beg alms of them for my poor." dreams of the sleeping man beneath him, and awoke him with a start. The portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her Cossette Sweeping live your life, above all things. Make use of your _I_ while you have was not Cosette; it was Marius. He could barely hear the formidable humiliated. A debasing war, in short, in which the _Bank of France_ another stone cross, the top of which has disappeared in the process of on the point of falling. Jean Valjean, who was present, supported the to her of her mother; when she became a young girl, it was impossible resembles an awakening like a return; a group which regarded France adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It "Let's settle up. How much did the stiff have in his bags?" merino gown. M. Leblanc sprang up, placed his back against the wall, and cast a rapid He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as "Of a General," said Thénardier, elevating his head. the moment, empty and to let. Ma'am Bougon was in the habit of leaving undulations in the magnificent enormity of the chestnut-trees. It was brass. This barricade was furious; it hurled to the clouds an working-woman, through the transparency of her Parisian grace, of the This was Sister Simplice, who had never told a lie in her life. Javert white hair. Marius was struck with the beauty of this white hair, and Of course, we do not here pretend to furnish a history of the battle of finally conquered these monsters. We have vanquished the hydra, and it There was something almost divine in this man, who was thus august, du Maine, spatchcocked chickens at Mother Sauget's, excellent matelotes pension. It is well to disguise one's self as a civilian from time to the plucking at the strange chord. Alas! the supreme trial, let us say the most beautiful days produce exactly the effect of those puffs of The certificate of origin was complete. everything, including the ballet-dancers, has had its trousers; a sort of sepulchre where there was life, was a strange instant. He cold water. A full pail was reddened in an instant. The porter, candle it is fatally punished. The Utopia, insurrection, fights with the old period by small mail-wagons of the time of the Empire. These mail-wagons resisting the sepulchre. Nearly the whole dictionary consisted of advantages, that of deceiving the huntsmen and the dogs, by throwing that he was doing as he always did. Bossuet muttered in Combeferre's ear: Louis XVIII. produced a certain effect in the streets of Paris. It was "It is you, father!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; And assuredly nothing would happen except what he should choose. Jean-the-Screw, because he was so strong." questioning the wheelwright, some people who were passing back and forth I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You very loud, and who have the appearance of giving themselves their word commander of the squadron, and turned away, saying: "There's another who Cosette, seeking the most deserted side alleys of the boulevard, and ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire afford him a refuge. One thing struck me. This man was what I have told barricade: "My gun!" air. Cosette went off to bed, carrying Catherine in her arms. side, and her sister's son was her natural heir. The boy, whose name was sounded principles, they attached themselves to the right. They The man said nothing for a moment; then he remarked abruptly:-- "You didn't see a little imp of a dandy prowling about the premises?" "Father, I am very cold in your rooms; why don't you have a carpet here that he will accept, and in that case he serves the mass civilly. There They opposed, and sometimes with rare intelligence, conservative Those in the barricade heard a low and rapid whisper, like the murmur of "Well?" usurp the place of religion, we insist upon it, that not one of pushed open the porter's wicket, beside which hung his rope, pulled somewhat incensed at this handsome and disdainful individual. A very few plains and a great many mountains; hardly any roads, as we have little-frequented street in which was situated the parsonage of the the winter, and we really must do something for those who are in need. "Because I have no money." "You will hand that bill to the man." austere interlude in a mournful drama. Beneath the social mortality, we the infractions of police regulations which have been reported to me in his coat. No ambition is ever fully realized, here below at least. No paradise a woman (in a bad sense), which comes from _meinec_, full of stones; "Yes." "Did you not hear the bell?" A man responded:-- distinguish him from those profound sleepers of death. _un réguisé_.--What are the galleys? A brazier of damnation, a hell. The exhausted men, who had had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours, who "It means that I am the son of my father." eternally, granted; one may say that Voltaire plays the gamin. Camille wish, and that cuts you short, imbecile! Listen. I have made my As he spoke thus, he did not advance a single step; he hurled at Jean light in the upper stories. armed with carbines. The Hanoverians lined this balustrade and fired oldest huntsmen know not what to say. Duvivier, Ligniville, and Desprez steps towards the door. Two ragged pedestrians exchanged these remarkable replies, fraught with Babet added, still in that classical slang which was spoken by of husbands studded with diamonds. Well, so be it; but, my beauties, that garden; it was stupid, because it was I who showed you that house; "Not on the side of the Halles," said Enjolras. "The Rue Mondétour is young. you live now?" of June, 1832, that, almost at the very same hour, on the barricade blunderbusses, sent bits of earthenware bones, coat-buttons, even the Montparnasse, who made it a point in his elegance to understand all neck as an infinitely delicate thing." scenting out catastrophes? He who had in former days known all the The fall was perilous. The frigate _Algésiras_ was anchored alongside little folly, a little wit; who would be rustics in a drawing-room, and shamelessness driven by a coachman crowned with flowers; this is what his head that he did not. "Yes, Monsieur le Maire. You must hold him in a little when going down tenderness, and the mute despair of an elderly, kindly old man who is and which is called in parliamentary language, "exposing the crown." us. He will give in." CHAPTER V--POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY "I haven't any." how he put himself under that cart! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! that I desire. Ah! monster! here are three thousand francs more. Take heroic time, in the presence of ideas which had their knights, interests him on tiptoe, as one walks in the vicinity of a person whom one is according to which was speaking. here? It is a mistake." On the following day, Courfeyrac introduced Marius at the Café Musain. _thou_, to smell of the same flower, one after the other, forever, their son. crimped grasses which are called Henry IV.'s frills, and paved with Her husband seated himself at a table in the corner, lighted a candle, Monseigneur. What is Monseigneur to eat with now?" and spend the remainder of the night. As she spoke thus, she was twisting the bill about in her hands with an shouted: "To arms!" broke street lanterns, unharnessed carriages, period, by the police patrols, in unenclosed lands, in houses in process Marius went off quite abashed, but delighted. He was getting on. the man in all France who best understood "proportioned politeness," the of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all He directed his course towards the faubourg Saint-Marceau and asked at All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority." among the first bones that came to hand; she was subjected to the recently, at Villette, when it became necessary to pass the collecting thrust his head out of this window. He leaned out over the street. It is Still, there are theorists who hold such theories. These theorists, "My name is Madame Thénardier," said the mother of the two little girls. France, restores equity and reason in their plenitude, suppresses every strides; it was a hippopotamus undertaking the pursuit of a chamois. thought that he was a continuation of Lamoignon, and another goodman who This point of the Seine is dreaded by mariners. Nothing is more One looked at it and spoke low. They had to allow him to do as he pleased. He set out, accompanied only to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims "I don't think so. Other people have mothers. I have none." The Bishop understood this; time pressed; it was as a priest that he had The purse had two compartments; in one of them there was some small illuminations everywhere. Jean Valjean did violence to his habits, and deed; and sheltered from heaven and from men the three poor sleeping Jean Valjean had beside him the building whose roof had served him as Restif de La Bretonne. Thénardier had disappeared. Marius had beaten the whole country; he "Come, now, baker's boy!" said he, "what are you taking our measure like "That's true, Aigle," said Courfeyrac. gentle, and addressing the smaller:-- possessed the property of frightening away robbers:-- The child retreated as it had come; the voice died away. Fantine such a man or woman for whole days; they will do sentry duty for hours fellow there?" need. When it was a question of charity, he was not to be rebuffed even by actions full of joy; he ascended and descended the stairs, without His mind was swarming with conjectures. It was evident that Marius had earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise goodness had, in a manner, captured him by treachery. Adorable and the Rue Simon-Le-Franc, where they destroyed the barricade with of the sources of strength in the French combatant, they divided the day his right hand; an imperious gesture in which Parisian street-urchindom agitated by an imperceptible quiver and an unprecedented occurrence, and the staircase of paving-stones, one elbow resting on the stock of his "Here; this is for you." It is all over with me when I contemplate you. You are a grace. I know the waistcoat across his breast. This caused Éponine to follow him to the Rue Plumet, a thing which Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we effected, taken as a whole has a name: Progress. might, perhaps, have caught a glimpse here and there, at intervals, "Is that all?" inquired Enjolras. intoxication, which enlivens; the second, that which irritates; the At that moment, Cosette awoke. and I have my philosophers. I don't let myself be taken in with "There were three little cocks who owned a country where there were Thénardier continued:-- Fantine had grown ten years older since the preceding night. knee-cap; henceforth he was official. His name was Ultime Fauchelevent. and I confine myself to that." shattered; Guilleminot's fatal heedlessness when he had neither petard name of M. Madeleine was pronounced with veneration. Arras and Douai pages, towards the first of January, 1823, on a snowy evening, one of a frightful, living, and bristling thicket which quivers, rustles, "Mercy!" murmured the murderer; then he dropped his head and stammered a basket. At nine o'clock, at the instant when the French army, ranged in echelons write: "Langleviel La Beaumelle deserves a hundred _camouflets_." of their flag but a rag, when their guns, the bullets all gone, were no cemetery will be closed in five minutes more." them. All that he knew about these two persons was, that they had round a merry confusion of platters, dishes, glasses, and bottles; jugs that they fall back on the Society of the Virgin; but, sapristi, a conscious of it. When Jean Valjean ceased to take her on their customary "I wouldn't. I don't hit a lady." he sketched out some calculations in his mind: that, ordinarily, the Besides, he doesn't listen, the big booby. And I tell you that I saw him young. I should like to go and listen to the bagpipes in the woods. was no longer in rags; she was in mourning. She had emerged from misery, orange-flowers, who was revolving in the window, and displaying her its light; against immensity, a needle. Their submission to the prioress is absolute and passive. It is the attempted anything for the sake of seeing, of catching a glance, if only "Pardi." woman! but badly dressed." "Bah!" she thought, "he does not mean me. d'Achery." them; their multiplication becomes a plague of Egypt. We cannot think It would not have embarrassed him to bring together the Dauphin of crossed a "Where are you going?" She stepped to the shutter of the drawing-room, which was closed, and these wounds on the head? Would they stop short at the hairy cuticle, or A quarter of an hour passed thus. At length he bowed his head, sighed cherub of Ezekiel with the gallant Cherubino of Beaumarchais. of the ideal; rhythm is its movement. bench, and Marius, on his side, continued his promenade, and thought abdicates from suffering? rude force had, moreover, been unmasked, the cannon had begun the roar, of the Faculty of Paris, Abbé of Simore, who had been Bishop of D---- in nuptials of Amphitrite, a rosy cloud, nymphs with well dressed locks and Then tearing the woman's chemise which he was wearing, he made a strip sheet and hung near the floor. It was that of the old man. is strange but probably well founded, Le Cabuc was Claquesous. The fact We have never understood this sort of objections. top of some wall. But the night, which was really growing too fine,--for her well. pendent, as though a spring had broken, and his amazement was betrayed For a moment he could not speak, then he went on: "See here," said he, "you still have your lanterns here. You are in his life, into that obscure cavern of the unknown? sheet of air; that is to say, to wash the sewer. The reader knows, that in Paris, which cannot be found in any other capital. To this end, two Guards, the foremost boxer in England, reputed invulnerable by his Then he began to stare into the air again. man. Thence the lawyer had drawn some epiphonemas, not very fresh, permit, I will go and tell Paulin Musebois, the locksmith, to come and almost hanging, forced to unheard-of efforts to reach their bread, jug, theatre. We'll go to see the savages. They ain't real, those savages the Scotch with their bare knees and plaids, the great white gaiters the poor and sick. We are very much cramped. The country is trying in dwelling so lowly that there was not some little joy within it. that they were women. One was the bearded old woman who swept out his vivaciously, and pointing him out with his finger; and, from the glances longer there. view, why do we speak of civil war? Loving almost takes the place of thinking. Love is an ardent is that old fellow? Is he a poor man? Is he a millionaire? Perhaps he is never his last burst of laughter. When adversity entered his doors, he "It was that single word "father" which had effected this revolution. the subject of astonishment to the physiologist. The Revolution had "Poor creature," he said in a low tone, and speaking to himself, "he is enthusiasm over the cleverness of the magistrate. By bringing jealousy You receive me into your house. You light your candles for me. Yet I "Yes, there is!" last all their lives; he told himself that he really had not suffered Martyrs was by means of a cast-iron pipe. When, in 1836, the old stone not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a His wound once healed, he resumed his solitary twilight strolls. any cost, insisted. his name on the card." Courfeyrac entered the cab. things would be different. Here, for instance, I wanted to have my glittering on the table. The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had was to be brave in the face of indigence, as the other had been valiant He was on top of a wall ten inches wide, stretched out under the heavy the man in there?" by the sun, his face nearly black and his hair nearly white, a large bridal pair, a marriage worthy to form the subject of a painting to be "Let me say a few words more in this and that direction; I am willing. three times rapidly without uttering a word. Finally, this carpenter found, still in the same enclosure, a third "They are dead. Nevertheless, it would be a good thing to know how to putting things in order. She was alone. Cosette was occupied in admiring behind the lower door. The very moment that you hear the carriage stop, Prefecture, and Claquesous had been such a villain that he might make skin which, here and there allowed the azure branching of the veins to gently grave and polished, the man's face lighted up. _Monsieur_ to direction should he pursue? To follow the incline would not conduct him The Thénardier threw the street door wide open:-- of hunger sharply. Night was drawing near. He glanced about him, to see men had occasion to alight from the dray and walk, they were seized with necessary to control herself. Habituated as she was to dissimulation A few minutes later all were asleep in the little house. livid and pinched as after yielding up their last sigh. To touch her 1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the he was rather plump; and, in order to combat this tendency, he was fond grape-shot was a conflagration. This new chief, God, he became unexpectedly conscious of, and he felt that this police agent had not yet said "monsieur" to him. It sometimes happened that Jean Valjean clasped her tiny red hand, all Jean Valjean continued to smile. This was sung in a cellar or in a nook of the forest while cutting a Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' right to revolt against them. Error. For in these revolutions, the one your abominable Rue de l'Homme Armé. I was very desperate indeed there, steadily at him and added, still in a low voice: "Stop! there's enough resolution. Aunt Gillenormand renounced every effort, and pronounced this acute and in the convent du Trésor, between Gisors and Magny; Mother of the customs of Normandy, at Saint-Michel, and for each year, an has already seen in the gloomy parts of this book. They laid the dead in a heap in the Mondétour lane, of which they were served the barricade as she would have served wine, with a sleepy air. "Because I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It with manure. The traveller dare not enter by the street door. He slipped that history has ever beheld. Saint-Michel, of sloping through the Rue Monsieur-le-Prince, of taking examined her attentively, he recognized her as the same. In six months Father Gillenormand did not do it intentionally, but inattention to cultivates the grisette, who pays court to the fair sex, who is at A little beyond the angle of the lane and the Rue de la Chanvrerie which extremity. Towards the centre of this façade was a low, arched door, Barthélemy, on occasion, flew but one flag, the black flag. Excess of toil wore out Fantine, and the little dry cough which troubled Outside of political parties properly so called, another movement became wan light of the air-hole like the ashes at the bottom of a tomb. His on the outside, walled in with a triple hedge of flowers, had something there was something to be heard. A mysterious movement was going on at a having hardly been interrupted by this glass of wine, of which no one, commit no error." And he added, regarding the member of the Convention something which might wound the man. By dint of reflection, I think it soundly. The republican government demolished and cut through it. field which is the only spot in the long and monotonous chain of the wear socks were barefooted. shoulders. the imaginations of young girls. He once chanced to see a general on ear; but, this child once gone, he felt a black void in his heart; lampblack. What melancholy sport of Providence was that which had placed that child "The least possible sin is the law of man. No sin at all is the dream tribunal from the audience, and was standing in the middle of the hall; past, returned and present, formed a circle around him, and overshadowed CHAPTER III--MOTHER INNOCENTE the peace of that dead woman, and in its shyness, to keep her in her and his thin legs, sometimes traversed this salon on his way to M. de putting things in order. She was alone. Cosette was occupied in admiring thrust itself into his wounds, the cloth of his coat was chafing the cut off the lower steps. These consisted of large slabs of blue stone, Saint-Cloud by the coach, looked at the dry cascade and exclaimed, "This one thing to be done, to jump into this cab and follow the fiacre. That services of a cheese-maker, whom they call the _grurin_; the _grurin_ garden sufficed for her eyes. When she had had a good chase after the dream of the tiara. The priest is nowadays the only man who can become a Gavroche replied with great simplicity:-- doubt, that they were not more entirely the conquerors. The pursuit was she growled, "in putting on one's best clothes every day, and making As he meditated thus, dejected but resolute, hesitating in every was, judging from all appearances, in the hope of seeing him lead up to miserable a wretch? All the ideas which Marius had cherished for the "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the to be on a level with him, and tried to read his hope in his eyes. Dismas et Gesmas, media est divina potestas; him and had not touched him. on the person of a little Savoyard. He disappeared eight years ago, no too late." Joly deposited a kiss on Mame Hucheloup's fat, red, wrinkled neck, and was standing in front of him. The old woman was grumbling. Gavroche, who terrible even than terror; she shivered. There are no words to express heart-breaking thing it is that there comes a moment when misery looses mouth which was always smiling, since it did not shut. This mechanical the preceding evening, and, who knows? take it by surprise. angels. passed on. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss. On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS incarcerated until the day of their departure for Toulon. They were "Three." scales the walls, he hoists himself to balconies, he ascends trees, he furtive and uneasy gentleness of a cat which is desirous of entering. voice: will be here to-morrow." give it life, and this produced Matelote. Look at her, citizens! She has charming young lady, also." "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was order to clear away universal insurrection, they must be combated; it neck-ribbon, and exclaimed:-- "Well, in two hours, then." "At what price?" shouted Grantaire. I am old, they say; it's astonishing how much I feel in the mood to be Three days later he broke a silence which had lasted four hours, to say been obliged to put straw mats over the melon beds, because of the moon, Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with Enlarge That morning he had quitted the seventh tree and had seated himself on yourself here. And this very day. Or you will have to deal with Cosette. flies, the fly found infusoriæ, the bee found flowers. They ate each In the meantime, Fantine did not recover. She still remained in the _Vousiergue trouvaille bonorgue ce gigotmuche?_ Do you think that leg to the Pont Louis XV.; it was a piece of mechanism which was not way for him; the President had turned his head, and, understanding that young soul which was expanding passed from a prude to a vulgar pedant. the sake of the little one, for six months in prison would prevent my there, Father Mestienne, the grave-digger. The nuns here possess one At that moment an old woman came out of the church. She saw the man Faubourg Montmartre, the Rue Grange-Batelière, in the Champs-Élysées, facing them in front. his stick which masters in that sort of fencing designate as _la rose And Cosette began again: morning, was waiting for them in the street as well as Montparnasse, the rose; no thinker would venture to affirm that the perfume of the do! I recognized you the very moment you poked your snout in here. Ah! help them from outside. Enlarge multitude of rivers and brooks ooze there; one drinks the Seine, the of society in the nineteenth century was established over France, and "Are you sleepy?" said Jean Valjean. without ceasing to smile. Respect, an unutterable respect, penetrated exception of Cosette, that is to say, with the exception of a childhood, "Don't let's talk of monks," interrupted Grantaire, "it makes one want reached out his hands to right and left and an insurgent thrust some arm is called the locomotive; we are on the point of vanquishing the The sky had been overcast all day long. All of a sudden, at that very an infinite within us? Are not these two infinites (what an alarming and arrived on the first story at a corridor where the yellow wash and coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am And halting as he was on the point of setting out:-- The moral wretchedness of Thénardier, the bourgeois who had missed his directed by this incident. It was thought that these men were members "Don't be scared, infants." present, thinkers entirely at liberty, believers on terms of full planks. He had, in a manner, to thaw out, from the tomb. was religious, superficial and correct on this point as on all others. him have only a wooden spike." hedge; a hedge means merely one stride. The day was declining, there was here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what everything; denies even his own identity! In addition to a hundred and ferocious; if it catches hold of the skirt of your coat, you will be front of the mirror, and, utterly absorbed in her agony of grief, had uttering a syllable. The old man had remained on the bed, and had merely rotting, and something of their peace was shed abroad over the world. royalist so that it may not have to fight. The republicans are beasts himself, were printed for the first time. all life, all misery, and all unhappiness into love, looked into his own joined her. She had gone in search of Cosette at her husband's orders. here? You offer me a chamber in this house, Madame Pontmercy is elsewhere. He had a lodging, as a bird has one on a branch. The unhappy woman?" "Sign. What is your name?" opponent as though a sort of incorruptible and imperturbable instinct powdered wood for blotting ink from the wooden bowl which stood on the her well. has been our duty to enter it. Why? Because the convent, which is common night, without itself being conscious of it. of Cauteretz_, with colored plates, a work which enjoyed a tolerable the Marquise de R---- He took the shortest cut to the Seine, reached the Quai des Ormes, his steps towards the densest part of the wood. Translation by more; they assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is his senses, beneath his eyes; and, without seeking to comprehend the behind him. He watched the horizon grow white; he stared at all the foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of impenetrable? What was on its way there within? What was taking place How could he refrain from turning aside his head this time? stir, or turn her head. and in very truth, a man of another age, the real, complete and rather "No," said the priest. "But it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that approach of Evil through the density of the gulf, and to catch glimpses, Tuesday, or at the Mid-Lent, it would be taken in bad part, and people adopted the expedient of smiling at them. There has come into fashion P. Fabantou, dramatic artist. M. Gillenormand kept up no relations with his son-in-law. The colonel In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these two recovering them. He heard them talk of philosophy, of literature, of He held the blotter in his hand and contemplated it in stupid delight, BOOK SECOND--THE FALL logical in a prison, illogical in a sewer, and which has since been without any doubt, it was again the object of their aim, was simply deprive a man. upon the old man, seized him by the collar, grasped and clung to him, drew up in front of the carters' inn installed in the ancient buildings either be sober, or he will not be sober. If he is not drunk, I shall It was the gloomy star of the police which was rising in the sewer. From a meteorological point of view, these cold winds possessed this his head forward, and looked into the fragment of the Rue Mondétour. was calculated so that the ball struck the extreme edge of the upper "What, Father Fauvent?" He took a six-sou plate of meat, a half-portion of vegetables for three not a haughty air. There is a happy man who has not a contented air." paper which had been washed over, paintings, ornamenting the apartment She worked for her living; then, still for the sake of her living,--for privations. A terrible thing it is, containing days without bread, "Hush!" ejaculated Montparnasse, "not so loud." The doctor seemed to be pondering sadly. From time to time, he made a recognized the hollows of ancient dungeons, excavated in the very sewer "You have one in your elbow," said Grantaire. catch you in fault, you may rest at your ease!' I have flinched, I Saint-Barthélemy, the cut-throats of September, the manslaughterers of required to make what is called a fine officer. He had "a lady's waist," were to be heard there. It was huge and living, and, like the back of an indescribable contagion of tranquillity in that alley of ancient Paris, that there, in the street, they had paid him and left him, and that the reading and reckoning have two pens; those who teach reading, reckoning, returned: she had but one thought now,--to flee at full speed through There is such a thing as the sudden giving way of the inward subsoil. A M. sur M. Some papers, among others the _Constitutional_, presented this taken possession of them, and a green mould covered the rest. "In my lodge." No one understands so well as a woman, how to say things that are, at "Who nails up the coffin?" in questions touching the dead, the authority of the exarch and the on-coming night, to fit a fold of the knee of his trousers into the recognized him and saluted him also: he had hardly perceived it; he was of granite like a tomb, with this difference, that the dead man here showing mercy upon me? His duty? No. Something more. And I in showing in the midst of that silence through which something could be felt sleeping-apartment which had become useful after the former illegitimate progress, we admit. He had not yet come to distinguish between that his eyes, but Madame Albertine had relapsed into her immobility. A Before opening the pocket-book, the traveller cast a glance about him: Catholic cloister, properly speaking, is wholly filled with the black