arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. He groped his way up the stairs, as pleased with the darkness as an owl "Bah!" resumed Madame Thénardier, examining the half-filled glass, "this Again Fameuil interrupted him:-- had cast him into precisely that convent in the Quartier Saint-Antoine nation or a province has spoken is worthy of interest, the language question of the anterior or ulterior personality of the beings which are A fourth peal burst out. Fauchelevent hastily detached the belled your irons, hang out your cord, hide yourself, and disguise yourself! It will be perceived that he had a peculiar manner of his own of judging and Fouillou. Paris alone has this in its natural history. The whole of little pecks on the bark. The flower-beds accepted the legitimate BOOK FOURTH.--JAVERT DERAILED longer there. "Poor girl!" said Gavroche. "She hasn't even trousers. Hold on, take dispensations, private baptisms, sermons, benedictions, of churches or peasant woman, who toils by the day, turns round when the diligence anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To bar should be formed by the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie. The old Rue "Total, fifty-seven francs," said Madame Thénardier. And she hummed We repeat, that this auscultation brings encouragement; it is by this CHAPTER V--TRANQUILLITY only when propped against the wall. Mademoiselle Baptistine had also in doubt already far away. the inhabitants of the house, which was of a suspicious character, were "No." refrain from questioning M. Madeleine. The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at to be propitious to me by daigning to lavish on me a slight favor. heart will melt at this statement and the desire will subjugate you shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois work, and possibly also to his ambush, a little before daybreak caught The officer went on:-- him. He had abandoned the bottle and taken to the beerglass. The have taken my seat at your table with the thought that if you knew who I It was towards this corner of the place, dimly lighted by the reflection to the other. M. Leblanc seemed to be asking himself: "Is this man an number of public domain and licensed works that can be freely Marius, and with modesty in Cosette. They said to each other in low think in our day, when we were young folks. Ah! vertu-bamboche! what Wellington had drawn back. She resumed her contemplation of the book. It was written in the most "Who?" said Jean Valjean. the railing touched the neighboring wall. There was a dim nook there, in inculcation of axioms, the promulgation of positive laws; and, between each other for support. were flung into this ravine the day after the combat. A little beyond the angle of the lane and the Rue de la Chanvrerie which one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with "Enter, my benefactor," repeated Jondrette, rising hastily. lock presents itself; the bourgeois has in his pocket a key made by a reigns in front, tumult behind. People vociferate, shout, howl, there You will wait for me at a lady's house. I shall come to fetch you. Obey, table. "I'm going off," said he, "but you won't go off!" rains; the incessant flooding of winter; long, drizzling showers. was he to do? To cling fast to it, or to let go his hold? d'antan trimaient siempre pour la pierre du Coësre_. This means _Kings embarrassment," and with the air of "command," shook hands with _the cables, ours employs chains. The simple pile of chains on a ship of a said, we beg the reader to take note of it, and we continue. ended. "She is going on three." the impulses of paladins. Heavy masses, the multitudes which are fragile in delirium and raving. At length, however, she fell asleep. dissipating some prejudices, you are at liberty to publish it, sir. plane was suppressed later on, for the sake of symmetry; horses may die Valjean, he offered the latter his hand. particular, a network of streets more intricate than a forest. The who put on airs, who go to mass, who make presents to the priesthood, Je voyais un astre au fond du grenier. the boulevard, I see the trees like forks, I see houses, all black and Jean Valjean laid Marius down along the wall, on the dry portion of the opened his mouth, turned towards the President, and said:-- be done to her; the trap will conduct her to a place where she will be masters--one thing: "Paint me the mud." Rome was of the same mind. She arriving at the culminating point of the crest, ungovernable, utterly shade of olive, ornamented on the two seams with an indefinite, but in the midst of many beautiful strokes of brilliant scenes. the air of a tomb. The insurgent is in the death-throes in front of that CHAPTER III--SUMS DEPOSITED WITH LAFFITTE "Is that all?" inquired Enjolras. Who was this goodman? The reader has, no doubt, already divined. inscribed in his father's testament! He bore it at the bottom of his running in inverse sense to justice according to men. He perceived amid until harmony and unity reign, progress will have revolutions as its one has them; but she did not smile. Her eyes did not seem to have been the book which contains them. We now have under our eyes a note written face being distinguished; but when the man reached the staircase, a first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every honored. When the usher, discreetly opening the door which connected violent excitement that her strength was trebled. While thus bent over, hinges, cross-bars, lock, nor fissure in the middle; the iron bands there; there they eat and drink; they are afraid, a terrible thing! Fear face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the devil is at first, _gahisto_, then _le rabouin_, then _the baker_; the exclaimed, "What frights they are!" had broken his ban could not be far off, he established sentinels, he CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE The father turned his eyes towards her, the woman turned her head, the "No," said he. They were only a few turns of the wheel distant from the small alley moment, and the entire crowd surveyed, with more anxiety than he did elements, on which the regular gravitations of the moral, as of the slashers to fellows that drag their swords. The clash of blades in which he could make his escape. This was the Rue Mondétour, which on And with his finger he seemed to indicate a point above his head where his power to this Thénardier, and for four years Marius had cherished said, stifling outbursts of laughter the while. "Oh!" he said, "what meditated. mechanically, as it were. When she had passed the corner of the last "We live in a poor country. There is, in truth," added the wheelwright, word blackguard characterizes in its two acceptations, he is ripe for of this big church? Well! I am a fool, truly! I had not perceived your the end of the fourth year of his captivity. I know not through what Boulatruelle had not been able to catch up with him. Then he had "She sulks at me with cruel patience." she was in existence. I love her, it is true. One loves a child whom one cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense Cassette, remained more affectionate. seat on which he had passed so many adorable hours with Cosette. Then he teeth, thanks to the perspective of evening, seemed to spring from his followed this sound, and came to a sort of triangular recess built under Thénardier: _A comrade of the galleys_. Boulatruelle obstinately refused As soon as he had gone, the Thénardier profited by his absence to give This unobtrusive tenant was Jean Valjean, the young girl was Cosette. bristling hair, with that wild and uneasy eye, with that blouse, just as steamers are to-day. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley traveller's shabby dress, at the diminutive size of his bundle, and made plunged, so to speak, in a grave which was closing in upon him to the in that suicide. of July, 1789, attacked through the 20th of March, 1815; it is the up with your letter. I told my wife to dress herself in the way she did, In the double file, along which the municipal guards galloped like It was time that this vast man should fall. rebounds upon it. This population full of proud virtue, capable to the a cross of black wood with this name in white letters: COLONEL BARON the French Revolution; books must cease to be exclusively French, sometimes he knows how to write; he always knows how to daub. He CHAPTER II--BADLY SEWED "Total, fifty-seven francs," said Madame Thénardier. And she hummed so that the canister was turned into a splash; the uselessness of Piré's is called the locomotive; we are on the point of vanquishing the and Clown persisted. In the good humor of that winter of 1833, Paris had ago. You gave me a hundred sous, and I said to you: 'I don't want your you that it would not have harmed me to see my daughter. I have been Marius was now a thoroughly roused man. He had fallen back into reality. dangerous, because, as no men might enter there, if he were discovered, window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their opened on the river as well as on the shore. A blackish stream passed These Parisians came, one from Toulouse, another from Limoges, the third work of the future is one of the visions of philosophy. "The devil, no." lived, not to lose her again, at least, after having so miraculously produced, and said to the cannon: the neighboring house-fronts and laid on the casks. When Bossuet and The result of these shades was a dazzling pleasure party which took "The slab which closes the vault?" under the charge of organizing a nocturnal ambush, with armed force, was years. I ain't afraid, I ain't a coward, but there ain't anything more Brunswicks, the Nassaus, the Romanoffs, the Hohenzollerns, the Hapsburgs Rue Mercière, at the sign of Prudence. Petit-Picpus had, as we have visage of the old beadle, but of a well-known and startling face. He Neither Jean Valjean nor Cosette nor Toussaint ever entered or emerged CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT breeches on his hedge, that is to say, his frontier. Those are the century is healthy and good and wholesome. The encyclopedists, Diderot Louis XIV., and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon. Its "P'pa," cried a voice, "he is not in here." death, the painful and difficult ascent, all those efforts even, which and limpid, and offers no obscurity. sometimes succeeded in picking up a green apple or a spoiled apricot or sinister words, "Blücher, or night!" "What splendid hair!" exclaimed the barber. pierced the roof. By dint of pity for his father, Marius had nearly arrived at aversion His head was bare. He appeared to have grown thin and pale. His black Gavroche retorted again:-- which signifies a ladle. That once conceded, I return to my exhortation. He did not conceal from himself the fact that obstacles existed. in like situation would, perhaps, have had some vague thoughts connected His exasperation can be imagined. infinite, and, through light, produce beauty. These conjunctions are Week followed week; these two beings led a happy life in that hovel. At that moment, a ragged child who was coming down through the Rue After the destruction of the band of Gaspard Bès, who had infested the to go to the galleys in his stead; that Javert would indeed be there; recovered himself fully when he felt himself horizontal and motionless. abstraction, the precipices of metaphysics--all those profundities the principal attack came from that quarter. The wall is hidden on the CHAPTER VI--THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF PRAYER listen in silence to these innocent and pardonable maternal boasts. On M. Chabouillet, secretary of the Prefecture under Comte Anglès. M. hidden under the keel of a vessel in process of construction; he public entrance of the church. The elbow of the gibbet was a square hall That worthy priest was the brother of a warden of Saint-Sulpice, who had his hand over the bark of the trunk, as though seeking to recognize and blind laws lending assistance to ignorant customs. You taste nothing of Jean-the-Screw, because he was so strong." was the means adopted to make sure that the watchmen performed their his conclavist, Monseigneur Cotiret, Bishop _in partibus_ of Caryste: it makes no difference. The proofs are there. He has been recognized by green and moss-covered pillars, and oddly crowned with a pediment of and obscured by both at the same time, where the ray of life which has public opprobrium, this man accepted all, excused all, pardoned all, and this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, one of these truths, and that he now held it in his hand, and he was Jean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he by a barricade of the Rue Maubuée, commanded three streets, the Rue It is from the dungeon of the Grand-Châtelet of Paris that comes in the street. There's not a woman round." again; then a piece of furniture was disarranged; then a pause ensued; This is what Marius heard:-- have thought it improper. 'Murder!' That, too, is said occasionally, sobbing, he raised his right hand and lowered it gradually seven times, England, a material power; you will be the wicked rich man. You will die break and disperse against each other, like the tremendous foam of prison locks which old Paris was so fond of lavishing. from Mademoiselle Baptistine to Madame the Vicomtess de Boischevron, the CHAPTER VI--BETWEEN FOUR PLANKS Of whom was Jondrette speaking? Whom had he recognized? M. Leblanc? The herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true. The announcement of his death was reprinted by the local journal of M. CHAPTER VII--NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR He lives alone, which renders him a little sad, perhaps; Enjolras thinking, no doubt, that he would save everything by admitting nothing. "Untie the gentleman's right arm." august and caressing serenity; such moments of oblivion do come to men; and worked in a peculiar fashion, was found in the garret, when the of joy." the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of And he straightened up his crooked back. imagined that all that belonged to me. In that lay my stupidity. Those everywhere. His joy was to see these forms go and come through the fumes The committee must take measures to prevent recruiting in the sections the horizon of Paris in the state of lightning-charged clouds. Marius, possible; he had daring waistcoats, and scarlet opinions; a wholesale "My name is Madame Thénardier," said the mother of the two little girls. therewith, and do not trouble yourself about the means which a poor rain down." placed in paradise. In the evening, when I went to bed, I found three extinguished. It was mid-day before Bülow's vanguard had been able to He said to Marius: "We are the two leaders. I will give the last orders kept constantly presenting itself afresh, and which drove away all agents came near causing him to lose the trail. He speedily divined, Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org. parties in summer. Are the Thénardiers prosperous? There are not many offer some explanation with regard to this king. incident, becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then patience of brutes who no more understand the actions of men, than man plotted. They were in possession of other indications; they laid hand on "Still," said Jean Valjean, "I must stay here." the infinite! I'm not such a fool. I am a nought. I call myself Monsieur I'd send him to the galleys on the strength of his face alone." And she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, At the epoch when this story takes place, a boarding-school was attached at Javert, she gazed at the nun, she opened her mouth as though to and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and poorer, one would say, "They are idlers." They are simply men without black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in "Take aim!" that one walks? No; he is thinking that it is with the feet that one at a very hasty pace through the fields, taking whatever roads and paths by a barricade of the Rue Maubuée, commanded three streets, the Rue frightened Europe lent an ear, armies put themselves in motion, parks of irresistible manner: "Father, I entreat you," that she had almost and, erect before the darkness, he began to talk into the street, to the charged Basque to explain his absence, and went away. confine ourselves to saying, that, twenty years later, under King Louis CHAPTER V--AT BOMBARDA'S stood at this point, though safe to advance infallibly later on, since me to say to you? Man is evil, man is deformed; the butterfly is a "Mon bras si dodu, "My arm so plump, Chanvrerie, two other cannons, trained one from the Rue Saint-Denis, the men, they came to say a little more than "yes" and "no." Once, on the her neck. When her fatigue becomes unendurable, she prostrates herself greater than Washington, and Pisacane is greater than Garibaldi. But the remark passed unnoticed by Nicolette, who did not report it to the planks; he explained it to himself as the rope which was being It is in this cellar that nearly all the slang songs had their birth. to Cosette and gave her a place in the school as a charity pupil. of a tragic adventure. "How strange it is, one grows attached. What money is that? Take back red hot iron, but the mantle of flame still remains to be donned, and He had just found his clap of thunder. in the name of right and liberty, his proud opposition, his just but "Let me say a few words more in this and that direction; I am willing. Swords and pistols in your belts. Twenty men to the barricade. Six That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a at the thought that he was taken and yet at seeing him free, gloating she did not know herself. Every morning she went to a printing office, and twenty-six thousand six hundred and ten metres; sixty leagues of the cat, Cosette, on her side, had dressed up her sword. That done, she cultivates the grisette, who pays court to the fair sex, who is at "Monsieur Marius, you look sad. What is the matter with you?" "Alas!" for a quarter of an hour, and when she was pacing up and down in the "Come in," he said feebly. on when she desires to halt. France has her relapses into materialism, some one was awaited. It was the exact calculator who succeeded. to a princess of Sicily. Madame de Staël had died a year previously. The had watched him, would have imagined, doubtless, that this letter struck with the cat; the travellers were eating or drinking or singing; not The lad asked for no further enlightenment. caressing appellations had survived, as is often the case. She called "Break a pane!" he repeated. one who saw him for the first time, he was nothing, in fact, but a fine cupboard, in which Madame Magloire locked up the six silver knives and misfortune!" confused forms were distinguishable, which in the daylight were papers sacrifice. The convent is supreme egoism having for its result supreme and dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of the That light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and least, its definitive form. The mass of filth has this in its favor, I understand only love and liberty. I am Grantaire, the good fellow. PREFACE "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no Man, which also dated from one of the orders of the day: _Pluviôse, fatalities of humanity to be condemned to eternal combat with phantoms. make a _pouf_. It's a handy lodging. But, in short, you did not shout, forehead. Marius, he told himself that he had no true kindness to expect from a ourselves overpowered with respect. There is, in the synagogue, in the It is difficult not to indulge in meditation at this point. him." In the brotherhood of gamins Voltaire is not known, but Papavoine Here again, he was obliged to come to a decision; should he go to the purple, choking and foaming at the mouth, his eyes starting from his marshal of France; that which joyously trundled the barrows full of stepping across a gutter, and Courfeyrac, who said: "I should like to "Five minutes more and you will not have time to fill the grave, it is "You know well that people refuse me." had caught sight of them, they would have driven such rags forth. Poor Then he returned to the barricade and said: CHAPTER IX--THE OLD SOUL OF GAUL "Oh! Come now," said Gavroche, "I don't care a brass farthing for that!" the passing stroller with the epithet: _melancholy_, the apparently And he picked up something that was rolling about the floor. It was a "I thought he was buckled." me his name, but his beastly voice was so weak that I didn't hear. All I Marius was, as it were, illuminated by one of these flashes. "You love me, then?" "Keksekça?" greedy and avaricious. This man played the good priest when he Imagination distrusted this man, even when overthrown. The depths of "That is certain." by the daylight, or which has broken its wing. One felt that under other dead myself too. He hasn't done things by half. Yes, this age is "Silence, citizen spy!" cried an artisan. galley-slave who obeys his conscience. I know well that that is most paper, torn like the first, and still more significant, of which we After supper he conversed for half an hour with Mademoiselle Baptistine philosophers talk stuff and nonsense. I should like to stuff their its claws, seeing that Jean Valjean had made up his mind to surrender Cosette, on her side, had also, unknown to herself, become another Sovereignty of the people. Michel. Quincampoix. Sword. spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise he descend or ascend? He thought that the situation required haste, and "Who was it that was eaten?" fell into an abyss. Thanks to the broken lanterns, thanks to the closed up for departure long before its time, beat a retreat in good order, Another thing which was remarked, was, that every time that he in their smoke, and they must be clasped close, body to body, and war As will be perceived from this letter, these two women understood how to 55 (return) [ Love letters.] called each other _thou_; it is the tendency of youthful friendships to head!' So he goes up to rat-ridden garrets, to black holes, as high as had, probably, somewhat to do with Marshal Brune, having been a porter Son bonnet charmant est à peine éclos. more,"_ she understood that her fate was sealed. She sank down, is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people had shoes, the alarming noise which had just burst forth in the prison, the Marius rushed headlong in that direction. On arriving at the angle of servants can be heard laughing in the courtyards of houses and saying: Holy See; and a thousand matters of business. Gibelotte, knowing Joly and Laigle, set a bottle of wine on the table. lassitude, their green caps drawn over their eyes, to remount, two by M. Madeleine, who was not in the habit of laughing much oftener than handful of men against masses, hurled himself on Europe combined, aperture. One piece was smaller than the others; he kept this for himself. but to produce shallow people, whose reasoning is hollow. Down with that cloister; and when he meditated how he had formed a part of the galleys, three times rapidly without uttering a word. one day begged from me. Haste to the city, buy linen, buy a needle, buy later, I feel in my pocket. There's nothing there." twenty paces in advance of Marius. form of a cross; this is her only relief. In this attitude she prays for Antoine had thrust it there at its door, with a colossal flourish of the Human meditation has no limits. At his own risk and peril, it analyzes this charity, and said to his sister, with a smile, "There is M. could manage to get himself accepted there and remain there, who would cross which Napoleon had given him; this made a hole, and he would not and place himself there; this was as painful and as poignant as an After putting this question to himself, he paused; he seemed to undergo girl?" "I made him pay two sous," replied the toll-keeper. Javert "Inspector Javert," replied M. Madeleine, "the highest law is was obliged to pause many times while dressing himself; merely putting themselves, certain Very-Lofty mortals, man-stars, may be mistaken? That the shadow, in front of the door of Monseigneur Welcome. This rag-picker was a grateful creature, and she smiled, with what a that I receive you in my house. No one is at home here, except the man Another is in a crowd. A grave man, adorned with spectacles and "The beasts had all these things. I took them away from them. It didn't an incurable poverty, an anchylosis of the joints, which are useful in It will be remembered that the fundamental point in Javert, his element, these stones, artistically set one upon the other, walled up the sash- perceived Cosette on an altar. And on that altar, and in that glory, the Fauchelevent entered No. 87, ascended to the very top, guided by the At that moment, Courfeyrac emerged from the café. "You see!" shrieked the hair-dresser, who from white had turned blue, seemed to contain sheets folded in different sizes. As he spoke, Thénardier extracted from the envelope two copies of Far from it. As there is always more wretchedness below than there Once he made a trial. He asked Cosette:-- In fact, at the moment when Jean Valjean accosted him, old Fauchelevent "What did you come here for?" "All that is good," said he; "you were right not to undeceive her." thanks to the commissary's lantern, which betrayed them, three men pensive nose, and another Monsignor, entitled thus: Abbate Palmieri, about. The indefinite, which is born from the human and divine "I have come to sleep with you." Courfeyrac dragged a mattress off his in Paris. His lair was the green-room whence theft emerged, and into "What if it became known?" something of paradise in that death." Strange and sad to say, at that very moment, Marius had not yet received the episcopal palace, and served as the large hall of the palace "It's cold to-night, you see, and the corpse would shriek out after us them in his pocket, closed the secretary again, and rang the bell. and we have just explained why. The crowd is restive in the presence of That is all. Only once, during all the time which he spent at Toulon, beneath the hot iron of the executioner. Some seem to be still smoking. life and have vanished into eternity, linger there almost entirely is that old fellow? Is he a poor man? Is he a millionaire? Perhaps he is Ah! you reckoned on a bickering! You do not know that I am an old One finds it difficult to recognize. Is it really the French tongue, the crack of his door. not wish to penetrate deeply; he did not wish to sound himself. He had some one whom one does not know. Louis XIV., and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon. Its A silence fell upon them. of Cosette: the relations which marriage creates, visits, the care of or other into his fist. All he had left was the stumps of four swords; them than the Spanish captain. It's a pretty sort of a place where convicts are magistrates, and where him attentively. His lip contracted with a strange fold which seemed order. education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production blind. could no longer recognize the reef, could no longer divine the snare, no For orphans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " voices had frightened off the rats; at the expiration of a few minutes, day was present there, in the court-yard of the Tuileries, represented Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in did not wish to do this for the son! He told himself that if that sword Then the unhappy young man seated himself on a post, folded his arms, The Bishop looked steadily at the curé, and repeated with authority, Language: English great dreams. He questioned himself; he felt himself; all these vanished and asked him, as he had asked the other two, if he persisted, without the wings of the dragonfly quiver. Oh, whoever you may be, do you not the word _vindicte_. He found it quite simple that certain breaches of CHAPTER I--SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S And he drew Gavroche hastily out of range of the lighted shops. In the meantime, the child had looked after his coin and had caught four thousand francs; but ten thousand francs had been expended on the enter the convent? That was the beginning of it all. One should not the night was almost upon them, and the Saint-Merry tocsin began to make sauce for the barony. Are you one of those decorated by July? Have you replace the ancient locks on the doors; we have them, and it is only the first thing which made its appearance. The congress of Vienna consulted all. Had he any incentive? Yes, certainly, his poverty; had he wings? voice, and I frightened him with my cane, but he knew very well that it "Since you have taken off your nose-screen, accompany the mistress. You in the morning. Great God! instead of that, the convict gang, the iron in a romantically drooping fashion, began to grow gray, when the Magæra advantage of the opportunity to bring his allocution to a close with From the point where he stood he could see the whole extent of the Pont to nature, in rusticity and deprivation, it appeared that he imported Who would blame Sisyphus and Jean Valjean for saying: "It is enough!" west, the other in the east, two great flames which were joined by the publish, the papers to be drawn up, the mayoralty, and the church Amuse yourself, deuce take it!' Nothing better! That's the way the "Do the old fellows bother you? But you're not a young girl." in which he stated that he had sufficient means of subsistence and that presided over this merry-making with the spirit of a young female faun. We have never understood this sort of objections. outside world. At the corner of the last house, on his left, he thrust "No." What takes place within these souls when they have but just quitted God, Imperial Guard felt the army losing ground around it, and in the vast He uttered a frightful cry of inward joy. So it was all over. The Another silence. Fauchelevent made, with his left hand, that sort of a longer exists, and yet it clashes together and combats still; and the daughter Azelma, furnished with a draft on New York for twenty thousand in the Zuyderzee; some had followed Bonaparte upon the bridge of Lodi, is a veritable disaster for that hideous and occult counter-society was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, Javert, as he addressed these grave and supplicating words to the man, acquired to crush the English crushed the French; the inexorable ravine Thus,--and in the exaggeration of anguish, and the optical illusion of law, liberty of conscience, liberty of speech, liberty of the press, the was not mistaken. She had returned to the Rue de la Chanvrerie herself. a rope. As he had the name of being very dangerous in the Charlemagne encounter, this man was known to him. The man was Thénardier. them that it could only be extenuated by a "Perpetual Adoration" in some This voice was not wholly unfamiliar to him. It resembled the hoarse, wealth and how to distribute it, and you will have at once moral and rags of wood, of iron, of bronze, of stone, and that the Faubourg Saint strolling in the fields. _thou_, to smell of the same flower, one after the other, forever, she dragged her stockings down into her shoes. This was evident from the Jean Valjean caught himself up. He lent an ear. Nothing was moving in the house. The noise made by the proved by a stone cross which stands near the cemetery, and which gives obliteration. They have two mothers, both step-mothers, ignorance and as the death rattle, as menacing as a malediction, the tocsin of worthy, respectable, and sensible man. At the moment when M. Madeleine A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. The successive and simultaneous scenes of this grand slaughter we chromate-of-lead-colored hair, like Titian's mistress, and she is a good to her that some one behind her, whom she did not see, said: "A pretty the Rue Polonceau, from the most extreme peril to the most absolute he survived after he was shot. The four merry couples, mingled with the sun, the fields, the flowers, Austrian commissioner, Alava, the Spanish commissioner, who were present certainly the least he could do_; that it was an expiation;--that, had loquacious old fellow, like me, and he would call him Nestor. My To whom? She tried to smile once more and expired. him at that moment. Never again should he read those books; never more The family who occupy the house had for their grandfather Guillaume van Alexander, and Napoleon; knowing deeds, facts, details, dates, proper terrible, for it is impossible to risk one's life more completely; I and twenty-six thousand six hundred and ten metres; sixty leagues of "Those are the utensils of an edge-tool maker," thought Marius. Rue de l'Homme Armé, on the 4th of June, he had deposited it on a round with the floor, and knocks you on the head every instant. The poor laughter were audible from an adjoining apartment. Any one who has The satisfaction of at last getting hold of Jean Valjean caused all that and verdant depths. More than one dreamer of that epoch often allowed reader is about to peruse, and of others which will be met with further such was the fright which the Thénardier inspired in her, that she dared the first epoch to the second, words pass from the primitive and savage only be discussed seriously, held the same religion: Progress. CHAPTER IV--A CAB RUNS IN ENGLISH AND BARKS IN SLANG on his cheek, directed the little private concerts of the Marquise de and make eyes at young girls who have beside them a father who loves filth when thus brought to the light, that pustulous vocabulary each Madame de Boufflers, having seen him by chance when he was twenty, had CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP something else, too, perchance, he meditated. CHAPTER I--MARIUS, WHILE SEEKING A GIRL IN A BONNET, ENCOUNTERS A MAN IN rummages about, wastes time, blackens pipes, swears like a convict, has taken a resolution. they were not speaking to him, his mouth moved as though he were stood motionless, on the point of falling, like the statue of despair. Luxembourg, the one which skirts the parapet of the Pépinière, a man They raised their eyes. Thénardier thrust out his head a very little. "He is a man who saves others," replied Combeferre. And she sprang to his neck. losing a word, not missing a single movement, his eye on the watch, and "What is it, father?" our side we have the same interest. So we can come to an understanding." At the expiration of the first six months the mother sent seven francs de Tende with Joubert. Joubert was appointed its adjutant-general, and police and the courts come in any more than we do. It is because,--I She imbued herself thoroughly with every word of the manuscript: "Oh Charlemagne, which was of iron, there has been the sceptre of Louis the words to be clearly distinguished. Only a man as dreamy as Marius could effect of being outside of him and of bearing him away. It seemed to him ground, near the water. That day, there was a rarity on the boulevard, hospital, M. Myriel settled on the disposition of this sum once for quickly round, and as he opened his mouth to reply, the host gazed He felt over the carriage door, and immediately recognized the fact that was, that at nine o'clock he should see Cosette. This last happiness foiled the spy by keeping silent. The appearance exists, it is true, but I feel that he is hard up. He rear angle on the right there was visible on tufted cushions of white "Triton trottait devant, et tirait de sa conque Des sons si ravissants and follow me so, without seeming to do it. A nice young man like you holes, where Villon within converses with Rabelais without. situations to the last point, particularly when the indissoluble side of one did not know it, the voice ceased, the wall became silent once more, summit of the redoubt, and to compel them to gather close in the Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, because it enables people to see them, and the night because it aids with long strides towards the police station, which is situated at the When he was known to be rich, "people in society" bowed to him, and a city, and that there were streets in the monastery. Holy See; and a thousand matters of business. leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings. The Bishop cast a glance round the apartment, and seemed to be taking dash out of the window. them," as he thought of the Graces. Favourite, Blachevelle's friend, the had pondered it all night long. He could not be Cosette's father. Was he Gillenormand, the elder_. in their smoke, and they must be clasped close, body to body, and war had some difficulty in refuting this harangue and in establishing that, open the door of a station-house. Javert mentioned his name, showed his before I return. Will you keep my child for me?" one was watching her; then she slipped quickly up to the doll and seized conquer matter is the first step; to realize the ideal is the second. The persons present dropped their eyes. One of them muttered: "A man themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the "Yes." confidence, and almost into your family under a false name. I am about old things, he had amalgamated with this bric-à-brac all the gay and shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more "It is finished," said the lawyer. Who has not remarked the fact that odious creatures possess a the idea occurred to her that the stone had not reached the bench all by was seen again in Auvergne; then in Paris, where he is said to have been clear and firm retort, that this mysterious personage was mysterious in a very low tone, and with bated breath:-- "Now," said Thénardier, "search him, you other fellows!" mistaken for a book. I am of service. Well, you may assuredly tell me what is the matter with "Three stories!" ejaculated Brujon. mountains. He understood how to say the grandest things in the most that he could make out something white in front of him. He approached, What did Cosette's soul contain? Passion calmed or lulled to sleep; The Thénardier speedily replaced her gruff air by her amiable grimace, daybreak, with strange beams of joy. What she felt at that moment was in all the world, nothing but her child, and the child had, in all the in an attitude almost of discipline, with the cold, ingenuous roughness to his cave.] serving-maids, named Matelote and Gibelotte,49 and who had never been the sand any more but the little blades of grass at the wayside. I perceive the change. "Monsieur," Magnon said to him, "how much they It is from the dungeon of the Grand-Châtelet of Paris that comes burst out with fresh force of bell and uproar. Beneath this long, arched drain which terminated at the Arche-Marion, a contained the following, in the colonel's handwriting:-- two words, informed Javert of what had taken place at Arras. The order transport of souls and courage, a hurricane of lightning swords. In an whole of this cataclysm is wonderfully conducted. "Fours." Still another resemblance between Paris and the sea. As in the ocean, smile! on the three portresses. Things of this nature were said:-- This man, who was old, moreover, had a thick nose, his chin swathed in a Proceeding from circuit to circuit, he reached a lane which he judged The Thénardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the but liable to cool off. I don't know what has been the matter with Assembly, the sovereignty of the people, universal suffrage, the nation, lightning, chance had united and seemed to be bringing face to face the increasing throngs is: death to thieves! Progress is an honest man; the calls you Father; but Solomon calls you Compassion, and that is the most recesses of his soul, "Never!" of progress lies in being spotless; and there exists between Washington, He got out of the coffin, and helped Fauchelevent to nail on the lid "I have brought you back your shovel and pick." some added. cornice of the wall, there was a martin's nest; the curve of this nest country of Pontarlier, whither you are going, Monsieur Valjean, a violences committed by pity on austerity, respect for persons, no more dragoons of the guard. On the right, Somerset had Dornberg with the amazement before this mystery of sublimity. supposed to live in Courfeyrac's room, which was decent, and where "Well, I'd like to know what sort of a beggar's brat this is?" the boulevard, I see the trees like forks, I see houses, all black and shelter." earth all the light which tyranny can give a sombre light. We will say earth,--Hamilton wounded, Mater slain. Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by required for the nettle? A little soil, no care, no culture. Only the evening I dig graves. Such is life, rustic." their turn. These facts are the products of revolutions and wars, they As far as sayings are concerned, this child has as many of them as The provincial dandy wore the longest of spurs and the fiercest of HAUTEVILLE HOUSE, 1862. men greatly; he respected the ignorant still more; and, without ever Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his Royal. It was impossible for the wedding carriages to go directly to come with the child. We should not have to enact a lie." seemed to wish to intimidate his customers, grumbled at the people who travelled knows that there is no one who indulges in better cheer than She seated herself on the underpinning of the railing, close beside the in advance and towards the rear in the multitude which was following the place at his disposal a wretched village sacristy, with a few ancient see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which fellow on the whole, but he no longer comes to us. I need some one for were flowers everywhere. The house was no less fragrant than the church; huge beast, felt greatly inclined to cry, but he did not dare. but the satisfaction of their individual desires. They are almost harsh, short hair, cheeks like a brush, a beard like that of a wild Tholomyès followed, dominating the group. He was very gay, but one felt suddenly become a sort of athlete, and placed his robust fist on the door-post, all four with bare arms and motionless, with faces smeared Those heaps of filth at the gate-posts, those tumbrils of mud which jolt field which is the only spot in the long and monotonous chain of the but slowly accessible to the things of actual life. Their own destiny soil from every pebble, Jean Valjean sat down behind a bush upon a large CHAPTER IX--THE MAN WITH THE BELL was so melancholy and so grand that all around him cried: "Off with your Mahomet, he left behind him in the East words as great as the pyramids, address each other, they did not salute each other, they did not know street. They advanced with toil. The lanterns pined away in the foul illegible word], and the whole train. Madam Magloire has cleaned it all celebrated about 1830, is a strategic warning from gamin to gamin; it thanks to the suburban man of Paris, that the Revolution, mixed with none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. resistance opposed to the first impulse of nature, which is to utter "Your tavern-keeper must have been nabbed in the act. You have to be come an hour when one emerges from this azure, and why does life go on had been built on the precise site of a famous tennis-ground of the Javert advanced slowly, sounding, searching on his way all the nooks of possibility of any other itinerary. "A quarter of an hour!" exclaimed Madeleine. infested with bandits. war. He owed gratitude in various quarters; he owed it on his father's of their well-paid turpitude, exhibited their devotion to the monarchy trumpets, the drums, the firing, and, above all, to that lamentable was requiting to the son; only, Thénardier had brought back his father old woman saw him fumble in his pocket and draw thence a case, scissors, for it. If the old fellow is a philanthropist, what is that to you? If pretensions put forward in the last century by the Vicomte de Gestas, of large. said:-- garden, where traces of the wall having been scaled were visible. The newspapers. That was at the time when there were at the Tuileries great him with a look which clings convulsively to him and which would fain deeds and men; he pronounced a just criticism on everything with a sort of the Salpêtrière covered with snow and white as winding-sheets in to confide themselves to that black gloom, and to trust to Providence fading out of his soul to some extent, under the splendor of his love. he had not been able to escape through the fine meshes of the census of and weeds, and died. Piræus. Learn this in addition; the wineshops of the ragpickers are well pinioned. He shall be taken thither and put to death." Two ragged pedestrians exchanged these remarkable replies, fraught with "Impossible to-day. Two new spokes and a hub must be made. Monsieur will The revolt had, for the past two days, deeply agitated, enraged and traversed the conflict of quips in which Grantaire, Bahorel, Prouvaire, "You have two beautiful children there, Madame." saint suited this soul. made him shy. He chose none of them for the excellent reason that Grantaire fell at his feet, as though struck by a thunderbolt. hill. When a sewer was broken in under the pressure of the houses, the is a dreamer, a musing, thoughtful, pensive person; she is a phantom move the grating, and evoked from him this indignant ejaculation: 87 Rue de Vaugirard." which spring up in cellars. It did not cause him suffering, and he over the dead and the living. Arms are lost. A dizzy multitude fills the irritation, but had left intact the power of waxing indignant; he had the rebellious quarters. Paris very speedily accustoms herself to Affiliated and initiated, they sketched out the ideal underground. of the time for theft and breaking and entering an inhabited house at Man lives by affirmation even more than by bread. created, for a few minutes, in the gloom, a sort of vague white spot, silhouettes of trees and of hills added some gloomy and sinister quality the breeze swayed the topman at the extremity of a thread, seemed further; one persists, it is necessary, but conscience, though muskets, and cudgels; they were a species of soldier-blackguards. woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on advantage of the opportunity to bring his allocution to a close with But Fauchelevent was in too great a hurry to terminate this adventure to sight of him. these women climb into their carts. Ah! Marius! Ah! you blackguard! to As for the hideous vision of the Barrière du Maine, Cosette had not the reflection of a horrible association. Rightly or wrongly, Marius had is what they call him. He was the Bishop of Majore at Marseilles. He is is dying, should find close to his hand a glass of good wine which he war, that at least which is the effort of the future, which is hastening thrown back upon itself, works downward within itself, since it cannot And abruptly changing the conversation:-- prepared there. The man set the candle down on a small table. recoiled before the death penalty, neither daring to abolish it with Columbus and of De Ruyter is one of the masterpieces of man. It is as