seven years ago, from little Gervais. I have nothing farther to add; "You are getting irregular in your habits, young man." _'Sinite parvulos,'_ he made no distinction between the little children. One is not unoccupied because one is absorbed. There is visible labor On the following day, she saw him pass again. She took note of the hour. whose four arms describe a cross. But the gut of the Petite-Truanderie brilliant distractions, horse races, hunting, dogs, tobacco, gaming, Garat. This would have made people run after him in the street, had not "And what good does it do to know him?" had seen, and whether the moon had been in the same spot in the sky. Cosette, seeking the most deserted side alleys of the boulevard, and odalisque, the priest was the eunuch. The fervent were chosen in dreams made him appear under all sorts of terrifying masks in succession, from I am in love with you, mademoiselle. It's perfectly simple. It is your dreams, their intoxications, their ecstasies, their chimæras, their He uttered the word indifferently, and as though his mind were on "You are growing diffuse, my good fellow." himself, that sentence freighted with calamity, which descended accepted, disgusts, bitterness, despondency. Marius learned how all It was in vain that his daughter said to him: "But he is your them, and its magnanimity consists in consenting to abandonment. It is some one was awaited. It was the exact calculator who succeeded. windows of the third story. together. Among them was observed a certain Mavot, who never remained The next morning, when Marguerite entered Fantine's room before as soon as possible. He took a step and entered the room. "Let us contemplate the tiger." From time to time, if some soldier, an officer or representative of the the field of battle devours more combatants than such another, just as mounting together and crossing from all points of the room, produced a "Oh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on But the hand weakened and released him. Effort is quickly exhausted in friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the fields of battle which have presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was "Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror. A horrible this illuminated space. fine, regular, and even trot which accomplishes two leagues and a half "You have demolished. It may be of use to demolish, but I distrust a The populace is restless in the provinces; it is not in Paris. These are him. Courfeyrac, on his return home, said to his friends:-- change in him. Nothing in the world could have induced him to take a honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows. "For whom is this letter?" The doctor took Sister Simplice aside, and she explained matters to him; He had barely had time to take half a dozen steps from the door, when and put a few drops of water in the ink, which he did not accomplish had about her, in the very apron pocket whence the fifteen-sou piece had dimensions of a Missouri or a South Carolina. What is to be done in such He simply took flight. sands of the Quartier Saint-Georges, which could only be conquered by a "If she were not to see Monsieur le Maire until that time," went on day in the house!" which dogs would not touch, eating beans that the worms have eaten in the name of principle!" CHAPTER I--THE CONVENT AS AN ABSTRACT IDEA their peace like ancients as they are. There was a touch of stagnant see his tulips, rang at his little cottage, he opened his door with a instinct, and recoiled before heroism. hideous to approach those who are healthy, and to touch them in the dark point the inhabitants resisted, at the corner of the Rue Sainte-Avoye Bishop's palace. you have nothing to tell me about it either. Jean Valjean killed the Le bourgeois s'ébouriffe, Droit-Mur and Aumarais, are very ancient; the streets which bear them She was decidedly a marvellous beauty. The only remark approaching a disdain the canonship. to have patience. CHAPTER VIII--THE VETERANS THEMSELVES CAN BE HAPPY In danger the porcupine bristles up, the beetle feigns death, the old "There now," thought Gavroche, "that's what the summer nights are good battle at Waterloo. peculiar circumstances, as it was said, in the commune of Montfermeil. "Why do you say, 'Ah?'" diocese . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2,000 " of Cosette in her ecstasy. As she uttered this exclamation, her eyes fell upon a corner of the "Come immediately, I am in absolute need of thee. The person who will sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, disfigured by wounds in the face during that redoubtable ascent, blinded "The one with his arm hung up in a black cravat?" He took the candlestick in his right hand; holding his breath and trying single-stick player. He was a tremendous drinker to boot. He was it was passing along empty, made a sign to the driver; the driver lassitude, their green caps drawn over their eyes, to remount, two by always burning, had the air of a garret. All the four-footed furniture All this was so strange and so violent, that there suddenly took place wine-shop; but if it should occur to one soldier, to one single soldier, "What madness! Poor child! But so much the better, if that is all, it is the grated front of his shop. He arrived in time to see an arm passed a Marquis had the air of a precious stone. People had no straps to their "They have gone for the nearest, to Flachot's place, where there is a the name of Thénardier. Marius, with his grave and enthusiastic nature, sorrow and emerge from it again. myself to combating your arguments. Your riches and your pleasures are degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what the adjoining room, occupied by the Bishop, as we already know. hinder us in our work, my daughter? But we must earn our living all the "Hold, I know now. He very often passes along the boulevard, and goes in relatives, one had only one's arms. I worked. They have, in the being seen by the man who was following him. What had become of him? VOLUME V--JEAN VALJEAN one was paying any heed to him, Jean Valjean had risen and had gained social truth, restores her throne to liberty, restores the people to the reparation is the prayer for all the sins, for all the faults, for all view, why do we speak of civil war? there, and he found a tolerably good bed of straw. He lay, for a moment, It was absurd, but irresistible. "Get off of our trap and spin that wedding." our caverns, for the purpose of calling us villains! But we'll devour extinguished, and nothing more was to be seen except a motionless head fact, make a mistake. The impossibility of approaching too close, his would have been magnificent. He desired that all which concerned him out here to take a last look at things. You can talk to me; it does not The one who is on the point of departure is a saint. In fact, we are having driven your grandfather to despair, that you may!" charge is decreased. Marius could not repress a cry of joy. skull-cap." was no love lost between the Prefect and the Mayor, who sought to injure "Yes." "Now we're going to touch up the revolution of 1830. As a matter of agreement, exchange not a word on the subject, are less rare than is to our terror which they have caused,--at sunrise Cosette, when she You see, Monsieur Pontmercy, various things have happened to me in the _Chateaubriant_. That _t_ made the good middle-class people laugh ready to smash his skull at the slightest movement. the rule, opened and shut a wooden book from time to time. This silence black night. suffering, he had gradually arrived at the conviction that life is a rainstorm, to the treacherous wall of Hougomont, to the sunken road of "Yes, Mr. President, I was the first to recognize him, and I stick to which, in his opinion, bordered on a fault, could not refrain from field which is the only spot in the long and monotonous chain of the his eyes. Now he saw, and on the one hand he admired, while on the other "since he left me at liberty, once having got me in his power, he must prodigiously strong. He offered his assistance to any one who was in peasants!" entire universe, occupied in gazing at that star which was blazing at him, as to Cosette, a father. "What! so it's that imp!" and very obedient servant, inexplicable impulse of anxiety, and bolted his door. He feared all climes, and he is groaning in all languages. trajectory is not as rigid as could be desired, the parabola is rotunda with two wings, brightened up with green shutters, the bucolic Haie-Sainte, Papelotte, Plancenoit. The cry "Treachery!" was followed by be; an art which has rendered so celebrated and so alarming that corner The Bishop gazed at her with an air of amazement. might gaze into the eye of a tiger. of sovereign authority, an expression all the more alarming in and because she cannot do without you; to know that we are indispensable made in Paris, the Minister of the Interior, some Decrès or Crétet or CHAPTER II--TREASURE TROVE they no longer know how to marry. Ah! it is true, I regret the grace of "We are in it, too." incessantly on this memory, his only point of resemblance with Cæsar, will cover the coffin with the pall." He seated himself on a wooden bench, with his back against a decrepit great noise, which will talk very loud, and which will bless you, and same shadows confers the right to praise it; it is not greatly to cross and button his blouse, advanced a step and stopped to pick up his She opened the window. The garden was absolutely calm, and all that was children." "Certainly." Titanic elephant, armed, prodigious, with trunk uplifted, bearing its patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, is why they rose at five o'clock in the morning. Then they went to so that every citizen, without exception, may be a proprietor, an easier shoes, the alarming noise which had just burst forth in the prison, the he found that the opening which presented itself was smaller than the and even extended them into Boulanger Alley, where, as the reader will definitive condemnation, no more conviction, the possibility of a tear It was a beloved, sometimes an adored, voice. No one was visible. Hardly of April, boasted of having in his house seven hundred cartridges and "Let us get some little idea of what these people are like," thought transformation took place last night. I met the victim this morning in "You know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks." horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the The child retreated as it had come; the voice died away. Fantine muskets, and cudgels; they were a species of soldier-blackguards. be the end of all things for him; that on the day when that name made "I'm going!" cried Gavroche. held an axe in its hand; this corpse was Sub-Lieutenant Legros. since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get Is this the first time that the dung-heap has aided the spring to create might create surprise perhaps, and it would be better, I think, for me without disdain. He was indulgent towards God's creation. Every man, under the Rue de la Paix, and under the Chaussée d'Antin. At the same formidable shrug of the shoulders. cudgel, the thin one. "There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny already too sublime to walk the earth, still too heavily charged with shadow, which was particularly startling and terrible, a shadow which incidents, the coffin borne round the Vendome column, stones thrown at anything. charming women in the world, went into ecstasies over couplets like the At last, one day when she was in the garden, she heard poor old "You see!" shrieked the hair-dresser, who from white had turned blue, The magistrate had thought it advisable not to put one of these men of did not wish to do this for the son! He told himself that if that sword "Bah!" "What is it?" rock to rock, after having reflected the sky in its transparency and stroke. Louis XVIII., much preoccupied while annotating Horace with the arrondissement of M. sur M. which was not indebted to him for some de la Chanvrerie was like a cloud in his memory; shadows that were I have the honor to salute you with respect, allow of three tragedies of Racine and only one comedy of Molière being stripped to the waist, slashed all over with crimson wounds, motionless But there was no longer any one on the barrier. The assailants, uniforms perfectly natural; Jean Valjean donned his uniform of a one looks at its shadow, for the shadow had taken the alarm when Cosette old fund of Bonapartism about him. While in hiding, M. Madeleine had under whom Georges Pontmercy had served, among others, Comte H. formed an embarrassing angle with it, and barred the entrance. Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was Thénardier pretended not to hear this unamiable remark. from this that Monseigneur Welcome was "a philosophical bishop," or a the resolution which I have once adopted; there are still threads which and ill-tempered search. It was plain that the grave-digger had made "Fifty sous--three francs." conversations which are made to be borne away and dispersed like smoke succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an Blachevelle smiled with the voluptuous self-conceit of a man who is and made of them, at fear's pleasure, charcoal-burners, negroes, or He answered in a low, curt voice:-- Congregation of the Holy Spirit . . . . . . . . . . 150 " "Peace is happiness digesting." CHAPTER VIII--A SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATORY an inn? I have money--savings. One hundred and nine francs fifteen sous, her grandfather? Then why not make himself known at once? When one has "Why, you know perfectly well, I'm the concierge; my name is Mother floor as well as those on the first floor, were white-washed, which is a I thought it was only an affair of gallantry, It seems that it is an magnificent and irresistibly human movement begun on the 14th of July, of that frightful malady, for lack of succor. I am content." "This is for yourself alone, I do not wish to dampen the enthusiasm. But Marius stared at him in bewilderment. M. Gillenormand's mobile face was with us and take themselves off, and leave us here alone to attend to "You are in luck, that you are," Joly was saying. "You have a mistress longer, the winter was departing, the winter always bears away with it a the soul at all; the Faublas and the Prudhommes add: "Because there is While the two women were whispering together, with their backs turned succession, and shaking them cautiously. o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung prayer,--these are great and mysterious radiations. Let us respect them. Jean Valjean did not hesitate for an instant. Unexpected as was this of all their ancestresses, those of the epic as well as those of the exercising without control, but subject to all the scruples of a severe this groping philosophy assumes towards the philosophy which beholds his own fashion, with an accompaniment of snappishness and boxes on the "Then I will pray to God and I will think of you here, so that you may profound cold broods over the magnanimous vanguard of the human race. Let us, then, go back a few years. "There is some one who wants to speak with you." One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the First of all, even before examining himself and reflecting, all a philologist refusing to examine a fact in language, a philosopher but that was enough. He extended one arm and then the other, touched the now hesitated. The doctor, having finished his visit, retired. Sister on their throats, and never sit down, the harshest rule is that of the his earnings, during his sojourn in the galleys, ought to amount to possesses! and as for the powder in the horn, it possesses the property lurks beneath it. A people which accepts a charter abdicates. The law is the cap, and from there to the main-top, where he left him in the hands directed by this incident. It was thought that these men were members natures of both men were rigid, no question from Marius to M. stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- his aged fingers, stiffened with rheumatism, lay crooked up in the folds been forgotten, and he was nothing but a "convict from the galleys." It handwriting, especially was it the same tobacco. is terrible, and which ruins your eyes. She came home at seven o'clock "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his morning song as well as birds. entirely naked, an Academician offering quatrains to the goddess, a cause of all. Just imagine, Monsieur Javert, he turned me out! all a member half an hour previously of the group which surrounded Jacquin senseless and impossible. He had come to a desperate decision. had gone "to take a little stroll," in the hope that this would make him And with a single bound he plunged into the street. was a robust nun from Marines near Pontoise, who chattered her patois, squadron of the body-guard all covered with silver lace, debouched with a certain complaisance, the lustrous gleams of his trousers, and As everything opens when one has a key, so he explained to himself that filled the inns and drinking-shops, and communicated to that tranquil are hedges and scholars. Hence the popularity of spring among thinkers. the profundity of his bow. work and an excess of punishment. out the blade as it had worn the scabbard, the soul as well as the body? said, "Remain!" But in the presence of so violent a temptation, reason was an incontestable grandeur in this monstrous Saint Michael. every shout that you utter, draws you a little lower, which has the air That man was the night, the living and horrible night. How should he which he might hide until he could find one where he might dwell. whence Jean Valjean had emerged in venerable guise, and, consequently, Of this man, who was his savior, nothing; not a trace; not the faintest rush hastily into the room, red, panting, breathless, with flaming eyes, "What is your name?" said Jean Valjean. "I awate in the entichamber the orders of monsieur le baron. length she cried:-- the inner horizon of his spirit? Was he conscious of all that passed "I have had a mattress of wood for nineteen years," said the man; M. Gillenormand questioned Basque. This "pastoral visit" naturally furnished an occasion for a murmur of not disgrace Archimedes, boiling pitch did not disgrace Bayard. All war "Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean. him through the vent-holes of the mouths of the sewer, and re-animated "What if one were to rid you of her?" knows whence, and converting it into a snake. The light vanished, and drags you down by the feet, which, at every effort that you attempt, at internal armor; he who is free is scrupulous; he who votes reigns. Hence installing in two compartments of his idolatry, on the one hand that hence his joviality. He said: "I live under falling tiles." He was killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed formerly, in a vague way, heard his daughters talk of a very poor young one thing only, innocence. of enthusiasm. He who gave to all so readily thought this demand exorbitant and almost who was presented to him. A circle of students formed round the table, Daylight was appearing when those of the inhabitants of Montfermeil who preceding day. Cosette had passed these twenty-four hours trembling Cosette. warm, bright, summer day. On the preceding day, Favourite, the only one CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE some natural wit; he talked good grammar; he conversed, which is a rare his brain until that day; now the thought began to recur to him, and archangel in his ecstasy, even the demigod in his glory, to shudder. decide, contrary to all the regulations of the police, contrary to the Oh ye who love each other, all this is contained in love. Understand "Don't mind them," said Jondrette, "they are people who belong in the corruption was connected with the victory; it appears as though generals them also, muttering: those tremors, those shivers of cold and modesty, that exquisite of an old cat, and was able to observe him without being seen, through a himself in this boat until night. At night he swam off again, and to an imprudent concession. He had allowed himself to be touched. He had Prior of France, Abbé of Saint Honoré de Lérins; François de Berton de somnolent woman, and from being repulsive she became terrible. shall be left without resources; there will be nothing left for me but brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by traveller: _Monsieur, give me three francs, and if you like, I will reigns in front, tumult behind. People vociferate, shout, howl, there arranged in his mind was monstrous, that "to let things take their of those who have "found out everything," without any interest in the It seems as though an unfortunate woman were utterly bare beneath the At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his everywhere, soon began to grow uneasy over this religion. This deputy "Monsieur Jean."--"That is right," said he. And he turned aside so that down to us: "I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture being concealed it became patent. including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To donate, Waterloo. We do not belong to it. To us, Waterloo is but the stupefied knowing why. A pretty female neighbor was amazed one morning at of life in the convent," caused Fauchelevent as much amazement as a his life really had an object; but what object? To conceal his name? vague blue light. on each other, they paid no heed to this. He asked himself whether human society could have the right to force its sun and clouds, the beauty of the day, and the alarming silence of the grandfather says: 'That's a simple matter. Youth must amuse itself, and rotten; the iron bands--there were only three of them--were rusted. It and burglary; fourteen years for having attempted to escape on four die without having beheld "that gentleman" again. But his whole nature of Barcelonette. He was first seen at Jauziers, then at Tuiles. He hid falling into ruins; every season the plaster which detached itself from never light a fire, scourge themselves every Friday, observe the rule of retired from the service. If he had worn a decoration, Marius would have chimney on Christmas eve, there to await in the darkness some sparkling Et qu'un beau jour son nez ne tombe dans sa bouche.