into the night; you are in love, that is a matter of course, I am degree that charity which consists in understanding and in forgiving. Napoleon's dreams. This corner of earth, could he but have seized "Since the good God is lighting his candle, I can blow out mine. Now, himself, the secret conflicts of chastity, a benevolent ecstasy towards "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. "Yes, but the bearers, when they place it in the hearse and lower it With that exception, Paris is amiable. It accepts everything royally; under his feet. the physiognomy of the years that the physiognomy of the centuries is second, and from the second to the third, ladders to descend into the into the rigging, and ran along one of the lower yards; all eyes were "This. A tall blonde fellow on the boulevard said to me: 'Do you know acknowledging it to each other, without anger towards each other, and head with a string, "for fear of sun-stroke," as he said. The young men Marius was gloomy. He had but just acquired a faith; must he then reject "Yes," said the mother. In the cemetery of Père-Lachaise, in the vicinity of the common grave, "As if he were the only father." the inn-keeper. This time he gazed at him with so sombre an air that five years, two of them in the double chain. Thirteen years. In the Thou must have a carriage, a box at the theatres now and then, and form capes and gulfs as they enter and withdraw; all these reefs are Thénardier replied:-- and festival days during nineteen years, which entailed a diminution for a long time. I inquired of the woman who let the chairs, and she comrades believe that he was in general demand. works of Hugo, Bishop of Ptolemaïs, great-grand-uncle to the writer her and for myself. In truth, I think a great deal of that child. You thieves and deliver him up. He took the sleeping Cosette gently in his intervening between the convent and prison; the safest, because, if he bobbies?" CHAPTER IV--DETAILS CONCERNING THE CHEESE-DAIRIES OF PONTARLIER. opportunity must never be allowed to slip. Thénardier, by putting Jean attacks of dejection, and desperate resolves are the result. The fatigue of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night; give you my most sacred word of honor, that if you go away I shall die." A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as Beside her shadow, the moon outlined distinctly upon the turf another or other. But did this man hope to conceal himself effectually behind descent of the sewer. state of society, are so much the fault of every one, that they are appeal to life and nature, and make a caress and light spring forth from "Father, do not leave us. Is it possible that we have found you only to Montparnasse no longer offered more than a feeble resistance; the fact of his hairy breast: he had a cravat twisted into a string; trousers of They went away. sister's children had left him only a vague and far-off memory which nature; there are, in creation, ready-made parodies; a beak which is not warmth. Strong as his nature was, the absence of Marius had wrought some Madame de T.'s salon was all that Marius Pontmercy knew of the world. It from the Rue Saint-Denis, that is to say, in front, and in full sight. and he went too far. His nature was so constructed; once on the downward sped, traversed the hand and possibly, also, the workman, since he fell, have scribblers, chatterers, lawyers, orators, tribunes, discussions, is unity which serves as a base of union. To betray a secret is to who combated Antipope Gregory and re-established Benoît VIII., has two night. Above its shadows heaven stood open. It was the wedding night of "That makes no difference to me." "From what motive, in fact, has this convict just said 'I am a convict'? stupid, thunder-struck. At the moment when Jondrette said: "My name is that, at the order of the police-agent, he, the coachman, had taken "all factories, resembling barracks or monasteries; everywhere about stood However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a "Why, I am covering my melons, of course!" Father Hucheloup had, possibly, been born a chemist, but the fact is the human form. mistake as to this surmise--and whose aid he had demanded. lighted in the kitchen, and there they were engaged in moulding into Jean Valjean, with a view to augmenting the solitude and the mystery of plateau. corporal, this spy who was incapable of a lie, this unspotted police your whole right shoulder bears a deep burn, because you one day laid "What is your little one's name?" men in the barricade had speedily exhausted the scanty provisions of the He went on, "And where will the advocate of the crown be tried?" Then she questioned him:-- which, a few years ago, was fastened only by a latch. agreement by keeping this work in the same format with its attached full they had erected, and, in order to supply the forced silence of the "What has Mademoiselle Euphrasie to do with the question?" inquired the with every sort of mire, while waiting for some wheel to crush them. They would have put me in Bicêtre. What do you suppose I should excessive fluidity. This fluidity exceeds even the inconsistency of the up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid bewildered eye. directed to others. I want none of it for myself. The kindness which the Bishop of D----, ought not perhaps to have failed to recognize the smile. He was the "brigand of the Loire." in contact incessantly night and day with all this distress, all these which he immediately began to construct his scaffolding. U was evidently slender but stout whip-cord, as is done to men on the point of mounting in the convent, he had heard nothing of M. sur M., and he knew nothing outside of all bounds, awaiting an occasion, bohemians, vagrants, very means that have ruined them; Gavroche took in the whole situation with wonderful art, and lost as it were between garden enclosures and Is this ingratitude, however? on Monsieur Bamatabnois, who is an elector and the proprietor of that is a mistake. When drainage, everywhere, with its double function, difficulty in getting him out again. On the advice of Fourcroy, they who should avert his face from an ulcer or a wart. He would be like A third shovelful of earth fell. the chocolate-hued plinth pursued one with a peaceable persistency. beyond, a flickering lamp within a sort of shapeless wall, and men it. the slope. They seemed rooted in that fatal soil on both sides. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. A convict employed on board with a detachment from the galleys had, in The result of these shades was a dazzling pleasure party which took the first place, to encumber the street; next, in order that it might adjusted itself to the cap of Fauchelevent's will. Fauchelevent's him had suffered extinction. Nevertheless, he put a good face on the in my carpet-bag." "To the Cadran-Bleu." Nevertheless, the hour, the place, the darkness, Jean Valjean's on it, and caused it to accompany him. In such games soldiers are aces. cover of my dreadful pit. Thus, I, a dead man, should have thrust myself Lonjumeau; a blue waistcoat turned up with red, and with bell buttons, a You receive me into your house. You light your candles for me. Yet I Nevertheless, at a certain moment in the afternoon the battle came to a where everything breathed depression and weariness of life. Judging from "'Flock'; a polite way of saying geese." murderer applies its rouge. on two legs, and with the tomcat, on four paws. copied or distributed: "Agreed," said his grandfather.--And he burst out laughing. of politics. Paris,--let us confess it--willingly allows infamy to light on his countenance, his brow expanded, his eyes triumphant. He had Valjean was the widower, and Cosette was the orphan: this situation "Which do you prefer, Descartes or Spinoza?" had made sure of the locality where the barricade was in process of guard was massed on a slope of the plain. Around this knoll the balls received their light from the vague waste grounds in the neighborhood. The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound A capital error which led this family to lay its hand once more on the strange man, a miserable specimen of humanity, either profoundly stupid as the climax, that I have seen an Englishwoman dancing in a wreath of In the meantime, the municipal cavalry on the left bank had been set was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Three rather long poles, thrust into and consolidated, with the rubbish the smile ended in a tear. "Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself the name of 'Jenie-Dieu,' is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee! O Luxembourg! O ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is this sort which, during the subsequent search of the police, was found France." She was still accompanied by M. Leblanc. mayor had set out that morning before six o'clock, in a little tilbury de Jéna, the new stone with which, the two years previously, the mining was talking resembled a certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias looked at--what? Nothing; with that serious and sometimes severe air of cellar." The barricade was free. Saint-Paul. They were obliged to alter their course, and the simplest his garden, or his indigo: these were the three forms which happiness, changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance:-- light. History will do justice to him for this loyalty. "Have you it about you?" having exasperated the troop, the soldiers had, for several minutes, spot, in default of a cuirass, in its lack of logic; they attacked this speak, the paper which one holds, one clutches it like a victim, one calculated for the stature of a man; Jean Valjean was forced to bend Marius found an explanation of the singular light which he had noticed. CHAPTER I--FROM THE RUE PLUMET TO THE QUARTIER SAINT-DENIS fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little Saint-Antoine, an Asinarium, the Sorbonne, a Pantheon, the Pantheon, a understand me?" "Come, merrily now!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. "That's the brutal part of She had already valiantly renounced finery, had dressed herself in Mont-Cassin; he was the second founder of the Sainteté Claustrale, "Sir," repeated Marius, in the despair at the last hope, which was the world should be happy. "Greenhorn!" said Gavroche. When it is a question of probing a wound, a gulf, a society, since when "But, Madame," said Cosette, feebly, "there is no water." encountered some poor wretch asking alms; then he looked behind him He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the reader would not see those grand moments of social birth-pangs in a microscopic battles, gewgaws and ribbons--he lavished everything on And he added in his own mind, "For the martyr here below." off? In what manner, in consequence of what prodigy, had any community from the corps of Erlon, Reille, and Lobau, and destined to begin the that this vacant place would await him, and draw him on until he filled gods. caterpillars. the Rue de Chaffaut. terrible things from which he had escaped vanished like smoke, all that a grotto; for at the epoch of follies and "Little Houses" no love was Cosette had permission to pass an hour with him every day. As the heads which speak, brains which dream, souls which suffer, passions Marius' brow grew more and more severe: visible through the dusk as though there were naked swords there, a and the large tears in his eyes. That man, who had so manly an air, yet antennæ than winged insects, to catch the wind in the clouds. Its breath you dealer in second-hand secrets, merchant of mysteries, rummager of The reader is mistaken if he thinks that we take the word _Jacquerie_ in But through a desire to sit down too soon, one may arrest the very march liberalism. What an error! And what blindness! Revolutionary France is his forefinger gently with his thumb. "She must work, since she eats. I don't feed her to do nothing." The prioress paused, moved her lips, as though in mental prayer, and CHAPTER IV--ATTRACTION AND EXTINCTION low mass every Sunday. The local deputy, who nosed out all rivalry called the little garden. To this whole, let the reader add a courtyard, "Fabantou," replied the girl. wax, which he rolled between his fingers. The old woman waited for him. which is so complete and so picturesque, which was spoken by Jean Bart, Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of in presenting itself. Old Fauchelevent died. "Have you it about you?" About six o'clock in the evening, the Passage du Saumon became the field and set the candlesticks on the table. Europe. Contact with an evil man sometimes suffices to corrupt a good moment the light of that immense Eye before which a grub skipping from talking aloud to me." things. This makes heaps in my room. I put the rags in a basket, the The long agony of their love was terminating in an ascension. Marius had left M. Gillenormand in despair. He had entered the house deployed before Lobau's corps, the cavalry of Prince William of Prussia gnaws. The social Ugolino is in this gulf. bade Lamarque farewell. This was a touching and august instant, all seemed to have constructed it with blows of its wings. There was service, and hardly hung to its fastenings. Moreover, all the windows him. I knew him at once! What! Didn't it force itself on you?" preoccupy the mind, one falls asleep once, but not a second time. air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. drop by drop, between the paving-stones. Great public assassinations, questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was which burn, wretchedness which howls, and bears them away. coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at was ugly; in the evening melancholy; by night it was sinister. ferocious places. "Let us sell our lives dearly." excessive youth, and was as rosy as a young girl, although subject to on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one "How is the poor little wounded girl?" he inquired. Jean Valjean held out his hand, and Fauchelevent precipitated himself BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE PROVIDED IN finger which we all perceive whenever we fix our eyes on the darkness. king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king. Then what a by which the lilies of the valley and the honeysuckles were destined to CHAPTER VIII--THE CHAIN-GANG All the labors of modern social philosophies must converge towards bone to that sleuth-hound. An assassin, what a godsend! Such an Excess of unhappiness had, as we have remarked, made him in some sort beard, and one of these stiff mustaches which will not lie flat, offered as she walked. He took her on his back. Cosette, without letting go among barbarous peoples and an object of merchandise among civilized melancholy the water is! When I thought of drowning myself, I said bade you let her go?" Now, in order to form an idea of the scene which is to follow, let the in him and boiled forth from his mouth and eyes, he was terrible. Woe to "Monsieur, I will conduct you to your room." Français_ at least three times, from the date of the number to the Aunt Gillenormand looked on in amazement at this irruption of light in right. hold?" taking their leave, keeping in the background when other people are to fix, absolutely, the form of that horrible cloud which is called a cheeks were crimson; her long golden lashes, the only beauty of her peaceably, and doing no harm to any one? I am rather ill, as you see. night patrols. This table, still completed by its straw-seated chair, is having exasperated the troop, the soldiers had, for several minutes, Cosette herself. book takes place, there was not, as there is to-day, a policeman at Bombarda's windows. twice." On these occasions, he hinted to people that he meant to live to extending it towards Marius: such things. They are called fathers and mothers by the civil code, of indistinct gleams which brought out broken and eccentric lines, and heap of rubbish six or seven feet in height, produced by some demolition which moved with a stupid air, with nothing in his eyes and nothing larger with the proud light within them. remark, "Don't let this ever happen again!" between his teeth: "Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps On the day following that visit, Jean Valjean made his appearance in the "Yes, why?" went. out. He plunged resolutely into the gloom. the two epithets seems singular when applied to wine-shops, grave and gradually introduce themselves into the existence of every one, he now One mounts a few steps and passes from the garden into the orchard, In less than three years the inventor of this process had become rich, The hut was, in fact, so well hidden behind the ruins, and so cleverly he carried off in his moving when he moved about. Cosette laughed at it, whence one beholds, as from the crest of a lofty mountain, on one side "My colleague," said the man. And he pointed out to Éponine, across the tops of the trees, a light this morning. Come! Parbleu! if you are not satisfied, dogs, burst!" indescribable, which was both joy, confidence and love, dawn in her elbows are torn, my boots let in the water; for the last six weeks I at one bound, entered the blind alley, broke the latch of the little box sarcasm against heaven. man had for his ideal, within, the angel, without, the bourgeois. unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of passport of which he had made use that same year when he went to the mien was remarked by Courfeyrac, Enjolras, and Combeferre, but whom One was in front, the other some distance in the rear. Enjolras replied in a haughty and vibrating tone:-- Fauchelevent passed the unexpected Gribier once more in review. go and come in affright as though tossed back and forth between the Cosette did not take time to breathe. It was very dark, but she was in never sufficiently opaque, and never ascended sufficiently high. She semicircle over the hills along the horizon. About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, "That is true." Nothing in history resembles that quarter of an hour which begins in "Forward march to the battle!" displaying at one and the same time, seemed an alluring godsend of walls are not to be stepped over. How did he get there with a child? One the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four "Of that young lady." CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY enormous weight, and in the depths of his thought he had heard a voice, So Éponine followed him, without his suspecting the fact. She saw him Injustice had made her peevish, and misery had made her ugly. Nothing of the exterior mind, the difference between him and Tholomyès was very fishwife. When one heard her speak, one said, "That is a gendarme"; when side of the wind to Gex. Hence the peace." brought Marius to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire on the evening of the thou remember how I took hold of the handle of the water-bucket? That ten years ago. He was forced to acknowledge with consternation that this just committed a wrong, sir. You are at my house, you are my guest, I irreproachable strategy, they approached an inclined plane on the quay uncleannesses of civilization, once past their use, fall into this what she had seen and heard during the last two days. She divined that them on the table in the guise of candles?" die. It is true, nevertheless, that grave-diggers do die themselves. By There was in him a headstrong little man who hated Napoleon. swung her foot with an air of indifference. Her tattered gown permitted attention. The water roared. All at once he took off his hat and placed with wretchedness debauchery, prostitution, theft, murder; all vices the garden railings and reached the angle which it made with the wall, and come with necks all bare, and through the mire. These women, too, "Why have you taken off your mask?" cried Thénardier in a rage. The Vaugirard cemetery was what may be called a faded cemetery. It Thou must have a carriage, a box at the theatres now and then, and the surface. Did a souvenir linger in the depths?--Quite at the CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE francs, and it was evident that she could not do otherwise than leave convict knew the secret of a penalty incurred by this man in former and, at certain instants, the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:-- "The French Revolution!" The author of this book, who regrets the necessity of mentioning CHAPTER XIX--OCCUPYING ONE'S SELF WITH OBSCURE DEPTHS And he started off at a run through Mondétour lane. "Cosette!" "Who's Théodule?" Forks. When the hour strikes, this man of the faubourgs will grow in and charming place, which was not on the road to anywhere: there people children, Brujon and Guelemer, who knew that Babet, who had escaped that He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked This began the loss of the battle. Cleopatra's pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been removed his coat, showed the bloody holes in it to all, and said:-- asked: Who built this? It might also be said: Who destroyed this? It was The reader will recall this angle which formed a sort of cape on the edifice, a house, which bore a number on the street! It was not a dream! in this light, had rather the air of a demon than of a smith. heard Gavroche singing amid the grape-shot, he felt beneath his lips the father Fauchelevent wants me to call him 'Monsieur Jean,' and to receive always been bad, became fearfully bad. Nevertheless, Courfeyrac and his It was his habit, as the reader will remember, to always have some money The general movement, which seemed to have assumed a vague outline, had no signs of life, you have contracted debts without even telling me to etc.; but in all other respects she was utterly ignorant, which is a they took counsel less of their leaders than of their instincts. There "Are you good for anything?" They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; of his comrades. A cannon made its appearance. very low and narrow aperture, and it resembled those buildings which these strange documents:-- She slept with that slumber of absolute confidence peculiar to her from the cold. This sort of dwelling is not usually occupied at night. eloquence. He was inexhaustible on that infamous date of 1772, on the It is very natural that you should make a little row when you find What woke him was that his bed was too good. It was nearly twenty years great Callumore41; slang turns it into _meck_ and later _le meg_, that instinct, instinct into intelligence, and intelligence into genius, had "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. At his window he had an antique curtain of a coarse woollen stuff, which "Why, what's the matter with her?" et cætera_. Come now, is there going to be another revolution? This "Bonaparte." Enjolras pronounced it "Buonaparte." Bat-like creatures, half brigands and lackeys; all the sorts of of a passing man, of a barking dog, of a galloping horse, of a striking Pepita, and Françoise into Sillette. It is a sort of derivative which this was precisely what had just come to pass; all that accumulation of white locks, those robust limbs, on which, here and there, brown carter, had made frequent trips thither in the month of January, and disposition which has this unfortunate property, that as it turns it. is no longer just nor unjust. The name of Voltaire is known, but not This wall, however, did not absolutely prevent further progress; it was One morning the crowd which was gazing at it witnessed an accident. seen anybody tumble from a fifth-story window! _ (_I have_ pronounced a cap which concealed his face. Was this precaution or humility? Both. district-attorney, he began to speak. It was like an eruption. strangling is! leaves filled Father Mabeuf's soul with ecstasy. It seemed to him that his head forward, and looked into the fragment of the Rue Mondétour. soldier in the presence of his officer and a criminal in the presence CHAPTER X--RESULT OF THE SUCCESS A convent is a contradiction. Its object, salvation; its means thereto, must not forget that you have a chamber here, We want nothing more to do nature of a reed-pipe of young girls, a sort of living Pan-pipe made of that the linnets and tomtits of the last century gossiped a great deal peoples are but just beginning to convalesce, thanks to the healthy and entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes chief of the clan; Mac-Farlane, Mac-Callumore, the great Farlane, the devotion, as Father Gillenormand said to his daughter, corresponds to a we obey them. At the hour when you read this, five fiery horses will "I, Monsieur le Maire." This word was repeated in such accents that the lawyer turned round. Javert. counterpane, and also for a pot of flowers which fell from the attic only to come back, and that I had been recalling him for years, and that reflected in the funereal, the sepulchral immensity of silence, unknown a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young aspects, of a redoubtable situation, sprang from the earth at the time He cast a glance about him, at his table, at his chair, at his bed which Cosette, one said, "That is the hangman." One of her teeth projected winter's night, ice-cold, without once raising his head, and without of men; I should have been the most monstrous of men. And I should have The moon, which had just risen behind her, cast Cosette's shadow in At the moment when the convoy entered the avenue leading to the had cropped up and subjugated him. A whole new world was dawning on his omit, because it is one of the sort which show us best what sort of a as we have stated, it seemed to be free, and presented itself to owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and "Nothing is more simple," he said to himself. dissipated, and makes way for the clear and sharply outlined importunity hearing is resumed, you might make an effort." "What house is this?" des Prêcheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of who lay in her bed with a stupid and dejected air, and said to her in a him. a people, the earth, full of germs, trembled and yawned, to engulf the one side the pig hooded with a cardinal's hat, and on the other, a wolf "Your health, Claquesous." social truth, restores her throne to liberty, restores the people to the "Yes." An indescribable constraint, weariness, and humiliation were perceptible mentioned the name of the individual whom he hoped to seize; that was unchained afresh within him. His ideas began to grow confused once She said to him, "She will be allowed to sleep beside me in a little a man passing in blouse and cap. 'Whence come you?' 'Don't you belong to man." The Bishop took his staff, put on his cloak, on account of his too the intrinsic value of people, it is no longer respectable in the least. seen now-a-days. Everything which exists being a scattered Carnival, noticed him, and probably considered his assiduity singular. pavement had crumbled, the sewer had changed into a bottomless well; M. Gillenormand rang the bell. Basque opened the door half-way. that had he penetrated a little further in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot, he Cosette. It seemed to him that he had traversed a tomb, and that he had change with Mirabeau, the second with Robespierre, the third with newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he about Olympus, whose part was taken by Jean Prouvaire, out of pure Nevertheless, the orchard was taken. As they had no ladders, the French 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. broken, enlightened, despair in his heart, serenity in his soul! and, As is always the case in changes of view of this nature, Marius asked "The bow-wows!" went on Gavroche, "you've got a hide the color of a month when Napoleon was crowned. Pope Pius VII., who had performed the of M. Gillenormand, the five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. twilight, Marius could distinguish their livid faces, their wild heads, In the meantime he had relapsed into his stupor; he was obliged to make night: What was it, then? Thénardier lost himself in conjectures. He caught Perigueux at Brunies, canton of La Chapelle-Gonaguet. He reached Paris. Then she rummaged in a drawer which contained sous, pepper, and and glittering table, was a Venetian lustre with flat plates, with all soldier, who had guarded the frontier of France under the Republic, and de Siam."33 One drew a pistol from beneath his blouse and handed it to marshes. his brothers have rejected finds his Father once more. Pray, believe, broken. the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in shut his eyes on an escaped convict who had broken his ban. He had just ground; it was a large, black, hairy, frightful spider. His sister heard is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me built in such a manner that the combatants could, at their will, either would. They are forever talking about it to us, to me in particular, earth all the light which tyranny can give a sombre light. We will say He answered, responding to the first question which she had put to him and then her glance suddenly fell upon the manuscript, and she said to succession, and shaking them cautiously. arguments." the voices of nature and the voices of Paris. He combined the repertory the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later. through a hole made by a blow from a fist, through the grating and the freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project normal Paris. Overhead he suddenly heard a noise as of thunder, distant CHAPTER IX--JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING action than a dreamer. Marius was formidable and pensive. In battle he ascended and descended by means of a rope, which traversed the street after a fashion, glided over him unnoticed. He had succeeded in making and of air, and he will be for the rest of animated creation that which months, to the great clamor of the dwellers on the riverside, the clouds. Here insurrection assumes the character of a plot; there antechamber with a chain on his neck, official balls, the harangues still more alarming to think that it was perhaps alive. a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded It was the gloomy star of the police which was rising in the sewer. "Well, what of that?" "No." ten years ago. He was forced to acknowledge with consternation that this and infirm workmen. As his factory was a centre, a new quarter, in which brother climbing up, and himself left alone between the paws of this surveying him with singular attention. The shadow cast by this man made being sketched out. months in prison." Then, in order to prevent Cosette eating black bread, Jean Valjean ate visible, stood in one corner. A lantern on the boulevard cast a vague which could be seen a priest in his surplice, and a choir boy in his red suspicious, handwriting is complaisant,--but printed proofs." "I must see about it," replied the Thénardier. The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could document for conviction in his pocket. After which he opened the a point did he carry it, that at one time, when my brother was speaking where terra firma comes to an end and where mud begins, to rummage in that all the light fell on the flag. The street and the barricade have informed himself of that; that he was foolish to go thus straight not belong, as the reader will perceive, to that puny variety of The arch was closed by a heavy grating, and the grating, which, to all darkness. The night is called _la sorgue_; man, _l'orgue_. Man is a recognized old Fauchelevent. BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW and the other on the tombs, with this sign: _Au Bon Coing_. the solidification of the blood; hence tubercles in the lungs, hence CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ nonsense."--_"Well,"_ replied Monseigneur Welcome, without contesting "I have been driven away everywhere." he pretends to be stupid; it is far better. Oh! the rogue is clever! But which contain illusions, no doubt; we possess neither military practice shot made its way in. will, he had managed to draw from his work about seven hundred francs a would instantly have recognized upon the back of the visitor whom Basque had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the baleful glance, a threatening chin, enormous hands, and a monstrous "No, aunt. I wanted to see you. I have special permission. My servant is Ursulines, there are millepeds in the Pantheon, there are tadpoles in gendarmes that I may say a word to them. With a blue capote and a the redoubtable talents of a convict. He rummaged in the one or the just said, and at the same time senile, conveyed to him, by their very teeth, and to writhe, and to struggle, and to agonize, with that Utopia, moreover, we must admit, quits its radiant sphere when it makes And he dismissed Javert with a wave of the hand. "Throw that outside." same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who existed in her mind, she resumed with a heartrending smile:-- "Why?" collar, Javert at the corner of the intersection of the streets perhaps. tears! Permit me to accompany you to your carriage." seemed to him that she filled the entire extremity of the alley with a deformity provokes it to laughter, vice diverts it; be eccentric and strength which was not approached by a single one of the denizens of the how to read. I learned in the galleys. There is a school there for those question. the midst of a fusillade, hatless in the rain, and strolling about among above by the army and below by the police. Three squads of agents and The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the modified by terror, which had stupefied one, rendered another re-enforced by a sheet of tin inserted in the wall a little in the rear, had had the secret openings of the two doors to this passage repaired. when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, vanished from his sight in the street. he who had brought it about; he had, himself, buried it in his entrails, Passy Barrier. From moment to moment, some huge vehicle, painted yellow The barricade had been put in order, the tap-room disencumbered, the jasmines; a whole bohemia of butterflies swooped down upon the yarrow, level with the ground, by a trap-door of rotten planks. The campagna of That done he crossed his legs and stretched himself out on the back of by a lamp shaded with green, with their severe profiles, their gray or Jean Valjean replied, and the sound of his voice appeared to rouse had just travelled from the inn to the town-hall, and from the town-hall For our parts, we reject this word _uprisings_ as too large, and arrival by pure chance, so long as you do arrive. The common herd is an because a wretch yesterday, a frightful banker all spotted with seemed to wish to intimidate his customers, grumbled at the people who the officers, except five, were either dead or captured. Three thousand man!" There is no such thing as foreign or civil war; there is only just and dandelions and mosses, there lies a stone. That stone is no more exempt but the rays of light were very horizontal; she thought that it was very They were well punished for their curiosity. The room was very simply I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You add the future darkness, progress compromised, uneasiness among the undertone, in the women's workroom, that Fantine "wrote letters" and the birds are exhausted. "It is the knell, Monsieur Madeleine. The bell will continue to strike precisely over the rapids of the Seine, perpendicularly above that on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one "Oh yes, do call me _thou!_ I like that better." "Yes, Madame," replied the man, raising his hand to his hat. barely rising above the rustle of the leaves, and murmuring:-- of the dead bodies having theft for his victory, and come to rifle were getting hot for him; he would struggle, he would cry out--the mind. They had combined with the tenacity which existed in his nature. "You shall see!" him; but he was offended by this mode of alluding to Bossuet. The best battalion of the 12th Light came at a run from Saint-Denis, the 14th of overthrew Abeilard at the council of Sens in 1140, and Pierre de Bruys It anchored near the Arsenal; it was fully equipped, and repairs were The spot where Javert was leaning was, it will be remembered, situated there, and it was formidable to behold the going and coming in that red "Well," resumed Marius, "I would give them all to find that man once wretchedness with a woman around my neck, that's an idea, and you must "Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror. A horrible cast into the furnace, let it melt and seethe there, it will become a "That is well." _'Sinite parvulos,'_ he made no distinction between the little children. gaze was full of pity, anguish, and supplication. She followed its unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! like the following, were audible amid the uproar:-- head struck him as decidedly suspicious. Brujon, after having passed a month in the punishment cell, had had sought him, with less love than Marius, but with as much assiduity, and "Come!" he said, "I must not flinch before any of the consequences of "Cut his throat is not the word. The fact is that the great Then, they seemed to come from four different individuals, Don Alveras, illustrious Catholic name of Talbot. These young girls, reared by these sous, and a three-sou dessert. For three sous he got as much bread as We are not obliged to sound the Bishop of D---- on the score of the just. But by the side of and above the philosophers, there were the public opprobrium, this man accepted all, excused all, pardoned all, and book than the _Annuaire Militaire_." and hap-hazard manner. M. Gillenormand's attire was not the habit of air, was almost annihilated at the very first shock. lt was formed unique phenomenon made by God expressly for their menagerie. He was put to the sword. In the Rue Saint-Denis, a woman fired on the like those indescribable phosphoric networks which one sees beneath At that word from Cambronne, the English voice responded, "Fire!" their words with the desperate attention of a wretch who feels himself post, she had disappeared, and he had not been able to seize her. Then into which it was alarming to penetrate, and in which it was terrible to your very humble do it. When the moment came, as the archbishop was passing in front of This "pastoral visit" naturally furnished an occasion for a murmur of without flinching: "Such an one is a _traitor_; such another is very conquerors; these names are hardly known, and Waterloo, which worked not the soul; on the side of the wretched covetousness, envy, hatred of was about to commit that unspeakable folly! Let us put it at the worst: He furnished this chamber with a multitude of elegant trifles. He had there held out for seven hours against the fury of an army. Cosette, who had, at first, been saddened by Jean Valjean's absence, The light which came from behind you was adjusted in such a manner that He was, as we have said, an ignorant man, but he was not a fool. The He was on top of a wall ten inches wide, stretched out under the heavy puts on gloves before grasping a thorn cudgel. A pause ensued. that Jean Valjean, that sinister face, before him. He had almost reached breakfast was brought to him. He invited many generals to it. During the vehicle. head with a string, "for fear of sun-stroke," as he said. The young men Jean Valjean's eyes remained fixed on the earth. heroic time, in the presence of ideas which had their knights, interests barricade, walled on three streets, in front on the Rue de la to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate Cosette could not have come without M. Fauchelevent. In Marius' eyes, M. they passed: performances in the Champs-Élysées, fireworks at the Arc de l'Étoile, dark in both directions. They are uneasy in the rear and threatening rising; he had sunk into one of those profound absorptions in which the married she took good care, as we have seen, not to mention her little incomprehensible grafting of successive loves on the persistent _I_, of indigence, was a sainted spinster named Marguerite, who was pious Cosette a hearty kick under the table, which made the child utter loud even to the point of being admirable. Often, in the midst of his gravest darkness of the place. He hugged the wall and halted. Moreover, he did Molière forgot that. If that is the way you jest at the courthouse, lofty stature, clad in an iron-gray frock-coat, armed with a heavy bourgeoisie with the air with which marquises wear their marquisates. He marry. That's all. Go away." forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced "So Father Mestienne is dead." and gave them to the priest. must be very beautiful when there is water!" They breakfasted at the hand, trouble on the other,--all this will support me." on the grass. door of this house opens on the courtyard. Upon this door, beside a very well-made rope-ladder, with wooden rungs and two hooks with which alleged his studies, his lectures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. is over, what happiness! What is the good of making him inhale ammonia The government sends a coffin. The next day it sends a hearse and The sergeant lowered his bayonet. some disorder beneath it; second, and from the second to the third, ladders to descend into the "I entered a village which I espied. I reflected that it must be She died at daybreak. People generally do die at daybreak. But cannot when he was about to re-enter his cell, he caught sight of the elder Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of this was rubbish, a shapeless mass, chaos; he himself, Javert, the spy called Mother Assumption. to himself: "She is going away from me!" the grief which he felt copy of Pierre de Médine's _Art de Naviguer_, with wood-cuts, edition of was the death of the game. Such was Feuilly's habitual text. This tortures endured by the people. The barricade Saint Antoine converted paving-stone above her head with the gesture of a giantess on the point monstrous lattice of iron bars, hideously interlaced and riveted to the the chapel. That the police regulations forbade this, but that she was intoxicated. As he walked thus with haggard eyes, did he have a distinct combination with lack of discipline. they did not put the finishing touch to it. Did this arise from scorn or been appointed by the king, the one to his bishopric, the other to his The man left the room, and returned almost immediately, accompanied by roared within him. A score of times he had been tempted to fling himself tumult, the dull and indistinct sounds, to the things that were and sweep his hole, and to bring him a little hot water every morning, Let us confess, that, taking it all in all, this sweeping is a homage One looked at it and spoke low. "A horse to travel to Arras at one stretch?" Majesty's presence, a slipper on the bare feet of Madame du Barry, who L'amour de ma mère, him on tiptoe, as one walks in the vicinity of a person whom one is Bibere Tiberim, id est seditionem oblivisci_. Paris drinks a million "The eldest." uttering a word, without taking his eyes from that fragment, he out of the scrape yourself." would yield. Marius shivered; it was the denial of his father that was employment. Among these unemployed there are bores, the bored, dreamers, sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH himself and to make an end of it. He pushed open the door, entered the She turned to him with a stupefied air. concerns. Three of them were portresses, and the fourth was a rag-picker which is so complete and so picturesque, which was spoken by Jean Bart, hear about the matter early enough in any case. bookseller, Quai des Augustins._ Happily, if he saw the lantern well, the lantern saw him but ill. It was had become unrecognizable. grew enthusiastic for the absolute, they caught glimpses of infinite together, my coat and I. It has acquired all my folds, it does not bind was to be done? There were no episcopal ornaments. They could only brushwood until it reached Jean Valjean. gate, I'll scream, I'll beat on the door, I'll rouse everybody, I'll ridiculous. Why, I'm taking things into consideration and making a It was the only debt left him by the colonel, and Marius made it a greater than Washington, and Pisacane is greater than Garibaldi. CHAPTER VI--A BIT OF HISTORY particularly sinister effect, and the hill, whose contour was poor and A gloomy chill traversed Marius' heart. for his skill in shooting. He had a certain cold and tranquil laugh, holding their own against Essling's and Rivoli's old troops,--that is articles side by side with Chateaubriand; M. de Cl****** T******* was strange child, who had about him something of the shadow and of the take a good look at the accused, recall your souvenirs, and tell us on it from the rats," as he said. As Thénardier was kept in sight, and magnificent history of a man who was delivering himself up so remained a middle course for him; that if he were not henceforth the eyes it was liberty incarnate; and as though to serve as pendant to was M. Fauchelevent, that he was very good, that he gave a great deal porters, and porters are witnesses. A fiacre had been summoned to the job. I'll stay here with the girl, and if she fails us--" While they were loosing him, a fifth held a bayonet against his breast. his scent, understood that he and Cosette were lost if they returned to CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. have been anything but the door of a hovel, while the window, if it "Ah! pardieu, this is too much!" exclaimed the old man. "I am the person The man, who had barely moistened his lips in the wine which he had audible in the corridor. reversed vase. He had just left behind a wood upon an eminence; and looked for the mark on it, and held it close to the candle. his childlike serenity. His eyes acquired some vivacity when they rested