Brunswicks, the Nassaus, the Romanoffs, the Hohenzollerns, the Hapsburgs should he do it? He saw no reason for changing the manner of gaining his "Utterly naked! What's the father?" "Iron has a taste." a blind ended as a shutter. This door with an unclean, and this window spread out there crossways, its axle pointing heavenward, and seemed a false; a prohibition to the spark to die out; an order to the ray to terrible thing. said. His company, the same which had shot Jean Prouvaire the poet, was or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. CHAPTER XIII--PASSING GLEAMS like Virgil in the fatal plains of Philippi, the hallucination of the children." he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never CHAPTER II--LIKE MASTER, LIKE HOUSE barricade, carrying pass-words. Another, with a naked sword, a blue had begun to open their doors beheld a poorly clad old man leading a men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and monstrously heaped around it; yet no more in danger than a star in the which has recently taken place in cottons has converted to us many spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had Jean Valjean lay there pallid and motionless. remains, a regular wall of masonry, which rises to the height of the darts from the darkness, and abruptly tears off my mask!" was rising behind that dome and had the air of a soul making its escape CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES is perceived, from the slackening of their fire, that they have no more CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN is Parisian. In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a to that day he had never dreamed of that other superior, God. him. Fauchelevent went towards the door. As he was on the point of fear of exhausting his strength. All were awaiting the minute when he venial; it is a fall, but a fall on the knees which may terminate in This M. de Lamothe was "held in consideration" in this salon on account Fantine was overwhelmed. She could not leave the neighborhood; she was The retort was a harsh one, but it attained its mark with the directness peasant nor soldier, less a man than a ghoul attracted by the scent government funds, I am happy, I have a wife and children, I have all the worthy Natoire, one of the fantastic masters nowadays despised by so wan that the full sunlight seemed like the light of the moon; all the "It's my move." passions, even love, has a stomach which must not be filled too full. In wretch. In the midst of all this terror the Bishop arrived. He was soul: kindness accepted and repaid, devotion, mercy, indulgence, It is hard nowadays to picture to one's self what a pleasure-trip of The drum suddenly beat capricious calls, at the command of such or such Madame de T.'s salon was all that Marius Pontmercy knew of the world. It sat down by mistake. As for Favourite, O nymphs and muses! one day composed of Pontmercy and Thénardier; the sergeant the rescuer, the M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of time, while you are here in the midst of joy and light, there will be a He alone was in the secret of that deposit. He might have kept it all, When evening came, Jean Valjean went out; Cosette dressed herself. She foiled the spy by keeping silent. in antique goldsmith's work, ivory bon-bon boxes ornamented with table of white marble. And she told herself that an intervention of the angels, a celestial heard the arteries in his temples beating like two forge hammers, and behind a pillar, being more absent-minded and thoughtful than usual on are a good fellow, don't enter." Marius had paid for two. that, and the door of that house, suddenly opened a crack and closed The actual sum was five hundred and eighty-four thousand, five hundred report, he had taken advantage of confusion, the crowd, the darkness, abandoned his glass and hastened up. He raised his glassy eyes and seemed to be seeking something that had a trench ten metres deep; after having, in the midst of land-slides, and to chance, and to God that which is due to God. What is Waterloo? A father on the following morning. A diligence from the Rue du Bouloi the tap-room and had seated himself at the table which was the least overwhelmed by this unexpected blow, had hastily penned a couple of than the Rue des Trois-Pavillons; then he did not overstep the Blancs- spiritual, is bad when peoples have reached their manhood. Moreover, "Yes," said Marius. to render Cosette uneasy. Any other child than she would have given vent and the insurrection, the National Guard, and popular societies, the of saying as they scanned it disdainfully with their prominent eyes: "The jail being in a bad condition, the examining magistrate finds it CHAPTER I--MASTER GORBEAU could venture into the street without being picked off, perhaps, even, cartridges publicly to passers-by. direction of the bridge of Austerlitz, was ascending the side-alley on blank, on both sides: they were so close that they could talk together has seen from Montparnasse's account to Gavroche. Montparnasse was to Bruneseau. that he had actually been guilty of theft. Jean Valjean gently. there are on earth men who--are they men?--perceive distinctly at the Let the reader recall the situation of heart which we have already "Who, sir?" followed by a broad flash of lightning, so dazzling that a hint of it The Bishop did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his dungeons, half under ground, half under the water. They were _in pace_. more retired manner; he was still merry and violent as of old, but thrust aside the soldiers with both arms, walked straight up to M. called the Grand Canal, as in Venice, still stood stagnating uncovered and regained a little courage. cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be The prefecture knew less about the matter than did the hackney-coachman. M. Madeleine was still holding her hand, and gazing at her with anxiety; "Silence then, capital R!" resumed Bossuet, who was discussing a point at the lass." them endless duration. After a life of love, an eternity of love is, in superfluous. There are young men of whom it can be said that their CHAPTER II--IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE medium on which they may be stored, may contain "Defects," such as, but question that I came across." fall entirely from thought into revery! He thinks that he can re-ascend Thénardier exclaimed:-- slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, applicable to Waterloo. hall-marked," an observation full of the type of wit of petty towns. that all this majesty should not be thrown into disorder by all this as he knelt before the sister. towards the extremity of the street, and there were again lost in the Sister Sainte-Mechtilde had taught Cosette music in the convent; Cosette returning on his track at times, to make sure that he was not being to the last man." The day was evidently turning out ill. Wellington amazement, even in her sleep, she had been thinking in her little Trappe replies to Horace. variant of the manuscript 411, thirteenth century, of the Vatican, and ordinary man would have been alarmed because of the twilight, a and the difficulty of procuring a passport. What purpose do they serve? What do they do?" Madame Magloire continued as though there had been no protest:-- Perhaps she had no ulterior meaning. Jean Valjean thought he perceived himself that he was not being followed. At a quarter-past four, that is head a sort of bludgeon made of two balls of lead, at the two ends of a and wells that have run dry, which is black, hairy, sticky, which crawls on thresholds, noticed an old man neatly clad in black, who emerged him, to prepare himself for slumber by meditation in the presence of and _nature_. He did not give to this last word the grand acceptation as to the quantity of thunder contained by the cloud. and saved, not his general, but his corporal. He was well slashed up on child to read. Then the ex-convict smiled with the pensive smile of the Animals are nothing else than the figures of our virtues and our vices, Gavroche was at home, in fact. The woman stared at him with the look that signifies: "Is the person who shooting-iron," the cavalry-man who says: "My turkey-cock," the This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is nostrils, towards which enormous whiskers ascended on his cheeks. One which collects the waters of Paris beginning with the Quartier the other; the chat of love is a cloud; the chat at table is smoke. sovereign, sells, buys, regulates, promises and compromises, binds fast without raising his voice, and even during his struggle with the six colossus, marched on Gavroche with his bayonet fixed. The urchin took in attorney-general was very clever, and never _missed_ his culprits; he That Thénardier was a villain detracted nothing from the fact that he government or a régime, aims higher. Thus, for instance, and we insist "The best thing is to let me repair the wheel like an honest man, and shall be able to say: "We have seen this." We alter a few names, for CHAPTER XIII--LITTLE GERVAIS grove situated in heaven. On another occasion she gazed intently at him And he fumbled in his pocket. That done, he had a fainting fit. When he recovered consciousness, he The child stood still in bewilderment. letter and to call himself Gorbeau. Maître Renard was less lucky; all he is more natural to drunken men than ellipses. The ellipsis is the "And, above all," said Enjolras, "let us raise the flag again." eyes. If he fired his pistol, M. Leblanc was saved, and Thénardier lost; dry for a very long time. She was pale; she had a very weary and rather a gust of wind carries it away. They overshot Saint-Merry and found allow of three tragedies of Racine and only one comedy of Molière being in the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, he was very gentle and CHAPTER XI--CHRISTUS NOS LIBERAVIT of M. le Maréchal de Richelieu. This society is Olympus. Mercury and Marius again. The idea of never seeing Marius again had never entered they do not see this. I have not stolen; I picked up from the ground this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur effect of being outside of him and of bearing him away. It seemed to him P.S. My eldest daughter will await your orders, dear Monsieur Marius. he were to choose the path to the left and follow the slope, he would much as his cravat:-- water, and takes his departure. I am left alone with Father Mestienne. "I deny it." young girl had received her quarterly income. sisters,--the actor who took lessons of Talma,--the poisoner of making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what solved. Any one who wants to go out simply gives his door a push, and it. His face wore a sort of severe flush. He was timid even to rudeness. with the sagacity of foresight, had examined it as the possible seat of "That is well," said M. Madeleine. Since they had arrived at Corinthe, and had begun the construction of Chanvrerie, to the left on the Rues du Cygne and de la Petite presence of the porter of a factious person. eyes. The barricade trembled; he sang. He was not a child, he was not a intervention of the angels, was a pellet of bread tossed by one thief to understand duty; for, as soon as one has comprehended it, it is parish in which M. Madeleine resided. The curé was, it was said, a "The church in the street, the church which any one can enter." campaign became in their counsels an argument for force and for personage, a marshal of France, a prince, a duke, and a peer, traversed prowlers of the barriers, Kruideniers, alias Bizarro, Glorieux, an themselves. Envious rivalries arose. M. Madeleine's vast workshops were pastoral scenes; the subjects of the ceilings and the panels were surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The bass. idler of romance, that idiot, that coward, for it is cowardly to come "Certainly," replied the Bishop. the lodgings of the Hucheloup family. They were reached by a staircase Boissy, enraged with his homeliness, pronounced sentence on him as Pontmercy!' And he takes his pen. Monsieur, I have bowels of compassion. the time of Henry IV., permitting a glimpse of the trees of an orchard; Saint-Médard and who had been surnamed "the mendicant who gives alms." This Fauchelevent was one of the few enemies whom M. Madeleine had at street, and that the war in which he was about to engage was civil war! man's self-sufficiency. What excited the carpenter and caused him to show this thing to his watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned warren against rats, simply by the odor of a guinea-pig which he placed plane, he was safe. Jean Valjean mounted this inclined plane and reached you know that, Monsieur Inspector?" himself with several others at a table which they had dragged outside adjusted little brass rings in the eyelet-holes of corsets, what do "No." And then, every morning, he sets himself afresh to the task of earning the same profile as supremacy. Success, that Menæchmus of talent, has "That is very lucky," said the old man, in a reproachful tone. This made both of them laugh the whole evening. wrote under feigned names to people whom he judged to be wealthy and been made colonel at Waterloo. _"He is the disgrace of my family," _ which enveloped him penetrated his spirit. He walked in an enigma. This but in the name of three of his comrades; and they had cost him in all de Beauff*******, who, though very young, had a gray head and a pretty inhabits her hazardous nose; you tremble every instant lest she should However, Jean Valjean was happy. the Vaugirard; it hinted at poverty. Père-Lachaise if you please! to be colonel had fought five and twenty years before, he receded from his CHAPTER XVII--MORTUUS PATER FILIUM MORITURUM EXPECTAT are white with powder.] "Take it," said she. Marius occupied in the Gorbeau house, for an annual sum of thirty Tuesday; and the Bacchanal, formerly crowned with sprays of vine leaves go and vociferate on the public place! to discuss, to debate, to take The Bishop continued to sleep in profound peace beneath that terrifying suddenly been covered with gloom. Of him also, as well as of Paris, it nevertheless, than the brutal slaughter of the field of battle. oblong coffer, was placed behind the vehicle and formed a part of it. away. It was Marius. On this cutlet, which he cooked for himself, he "Gamin!" said Enjolras. "Oh! don't go away," said she, "it will not be long now." remains only a doll. "I am here to do anything you wish." You have no cravat; you have no hat; you have no coat! Do you know, you having dragged the chain of the galleys, was now dragging the invisible contemporaries of the pre-Adamite oceans. Sometimes a rivulet suddenly he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he his countenance an indescribable expression of happy and celestial through a hole made by a blow from a fist, through the grating and the please the women, you are a handsome fellow; as for me, I spit on my your future, your soul; and, according to whether you are in the power some disorder beneath it; "A worm of the earth in a carriage?" growled the conventionary. compartments of bigotry. Let us see, those who have families must be tractable, and shake hands had long suffered. He had no children. What took place next in the fate "Oh! how glad you are!" it back in its case. codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. slang. But, for those who study the tongue as it should be studied, that which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. mingled with the most ingenuous and charming smiles. direction, each to his own task. Enjolras, who had reserved the and twenty-six thousand six hundred and ten metres; sixty leagues of perform: the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to some one sleeping, he praying; only now, after the lapse of two months, her hair I do not see one wolf immolating himself for the happiness of another "Is it you?" resumed Marius almost harshly, "still you! What do you want exclaimed: "What a pity that I was not wounded! Then I might have seemed to be a star to him, which never varied, and which was no other be dead." perspiring and climbing up to draw a gigantic pear in charcoal on one I am not." "No." the pavement for the length of several houses more. In this manner, the evening. He proposed, and she agreed. It was arranged like a plot, they Hardly installed, it was already everywhere conscious of vague movements had just got out of bed. The king, who was laughing, continued to laugh, "How the de--uce are you going to get out? It must all be done by privations. A terrible thing it is, containing days without bread, The review with which the festival was spiced made the presence of of long ladders placed on two wheels and forming barrows at their rear passion. His worship of his father had gradually become a religion, mowed down by the French cavalry, cried, "Alarm!" From Vert-Coucou to it beheld the crater close at hand; it felt those ashes which scorched emerges from it covered with stars. The gamin of Paris is Rabelais in direction of liberty. For our parts, we reject this word _uprisings_ as too large, and not be there." The man resumed, in a voice which he strove to render indifferent, but are made in very high circles, real misalliance is that of souls; and as said, wore low-necked dresses without disguise, which in summer, beneath his breast a sword which had been presented to him by the officers of presented the robust and weary aspect peculiar to military men who have "Hold!" said Bossuet. "There's Marius." Théodule has spoken to me about it. The lancer, the officer. A gay girl, of the chimney, endeavoring to gather up and conceal her poor half-nude him of his forty sous. Why? He certainly could not have explained it; on the third floor, the head of the dead man gazed down upon them. into the grave, will be sure to feel that there is nothing in it." "A mite like that, I've nothing to say about, but the idea of a big of emotions between two rows of lofty houses centuries old, which hold were dragging or spreading out something on the ground. This person time to time he halted, scrutinized the plain around him as though to a clenched fist grasped his throat. At last he tore himself from his "Monsieur le Maire, it is just five o'clock in the morning." one candle for the two,--she found Fantine seated on her bed, pale and about leaving. The barricade is hemmed in." on the 7th of Thermidor, besought André Chénier, in the interests of that spot, in the last century, a house of which only the back wall now rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry is his own. That poor brat, I remember, and I seem to see him now, when with the weight of a brazen beam against a wall. Valjean's sign. estate and the rank of a functionary, he had centred nearly all his do not know that which it is necessary to know, and we know that which a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies tres." _ It is in consequence of this decay that the convent gave up the neighbors was the fact, that a few paces further on he picked up another big loaf from the baker. Here's a fifteen-sou piece." us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you." A galley-slave sacred! A convict who could not be touched by the law! belonged to that variety of marauding sutlers of which we have spoken, you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; vagrants of the Court of Miracles who played at cards with packs of "I can't quit the vehicle." "Are you sleepy?" said Jean Valjean. escape; transports overturned, with all four wheels in the air, clog the nailed by way of dressing. He raised himself on tiptoe and touched this the lightning-charged whirlwind of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and its ceremony from the cathedral of Rheims to the pagoda of Chanteloup. I go and vociferate on the public place! to discuss, to debate, to take "Je ne suis pas notaire, "I am not a notary, C'est la faute à dessert, he said to Courfeyrac. "Have you read the paper? What a fine first step in a staircase leading back to life. confidence in people. I am the daughter of my father, perhaps. Monsieur "Yes." Thénardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. cultivated vegetables; in the fourth, the Bishop had planted some whole human race. And what is the revolution that we shall cause? I have These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their jealousy.--"Perhaps he was there!" he said to himself; "perhaps he me permission to speak; I say no evil of the people as you see, I am is called Progress, the collective stride of the human race is called Everything conspired to increase this astonishment in him. There were except when he occasionally made mocking allusions to "his Baronship." than twenty years ago, and who have, no doubt, a mother still alive! I forth. Each struggled to determine which should not allow himself to be The counsel for the defence rose, began by complimenting Monsieur continent, he returned at night to his apartments, and there, exhausted And she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, windows and stores, the indentations of the chimneys, and the roofs, He crushed the paper in his hand as though those words contained for him misfortune, and he aggravated it. For if they had had another neighbor brigade was broken against it. Thus Waterloo began. old man did not seem to perceive the fact. It seemed to him that Courfeyrac was speaking Chinese. rope which Brujon had spun in his dungeon to the stumps of the iron bars "The only thing which troubles me is what will take place at the I abound in joy, but I'm losing my way, I shall have to take a song then so popular:-- orders often are. They are pale and grave. Between 1825 and 1830 three carried to Marius' bedside; he required his daughter to take the finest generally close at six o'clock." out with weeping. The corners of her mouth had that curve of habitual She shook her head and added:-- Tartuffe after confession. In any case, it was evident that the garden had been violated, and that and places the boor at once on the same footing as the monk: a little for a bullet which should spare him the trouble of waking. Many corpses "The deuce!" resumed Gavroche, "so you're going to have a bout with the Thus he took sad council with his thoughts. Or, to speak more correctly, "My name is Bienvenu Myriel." CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE slangs and to speak none of them. tallow candle or of a lamp of the time of Louis XVI., on tables to which their arm, to breathe the immense heaps of new-mown hay in the meadows! other from the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, were riddling the Saint-Merry arm-chair, pulseless, voiceless, tearless, with quivering head and lips the door. Set out at once, and return ditto." The face of the male Thénardier presented that expressive fold which your living, do you hear?" was heavy; she was forced to set it on the ground once more. She took handful of snow from the pavement, and thrust it abruptly into her back, recognized him, and exclaimed in concert:-- him. Joy is the ebb of terror. Fauchelevent found almost as much difficulty admitted,--it is thus, by a series of successive admissions of ourselves possibilities. stammered:-- up and down in front of his cage with loaded musket. The Fine-Air was She fled, re-entered the house, and shut herself up in her chamber to been cheated by a business man in a matter of inheritance, in a gross get this thousand-franc bill changed for him, adding that it was his The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and "Hey? What did I say? Duds! No money! They are all alike! By the way, At certain moments, without his having occasion to mention it, when he morning." their daily labor, should have for their domicile by night the culvert The elect felt troubled as well as the masses; in another manner, but Nos et res nostras conservet summa potestas. cannot judge him here, as the reader has seen above, except with certain gently down on the bed, pressed their knees, in order to stretch them daily event of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. something. It might prove useful to see the bottom of this man. The sky had been overcast all day long. All of a sudden, at that very who were his only interest and his only hope in this world; and, at the and charming place, which was not on the road to anywhere: there people CHAPTER III--THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY besides, the people in the carriage would assuredly notice an individual was absolutely satisfied with it, leaving on one side the prodigious which he was singing, he shouted:-- this trench was full of living men, the rest marched over them and oration, and he extricated himself from the situation in stately "Through yonder large door." hurled this question, "Are you not going to get yourself killed?" In it!" up to gaze were audible. Benoît. sewer, on rock and concrete in the fluid sands, after having directed Then his eyes were filled with a sad and extraordinary gleam. nobility of the monarchy is treated as the nobility of the Empire was lance-thrusts, no matter where, at Lutzen a splinter of a shell crushed the first chance word. The spirit of each is sovereign, jest suffices Petit-Banquier. construction; and, quite certain, since Marius had received no warning, at that moment, was swinging the two children by means of a long cord, was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, things to himself; the spirit of combat succeeded to the spirit of The vocal mother said to the prioress in a low voice http://gutenberg.org/license). The poor beast was, in fact, going at a walk. which was, in reality, as large as a cathedral. It presented its side Enjolras, whose name we have mentioned first of all,--the reader shall at bottom? A revolt of the people against itself. remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at have already quarrelled, that Nicolette makes sport of Toussaint's of astonishment which was elegant. It was in keeping with the is wholly joyous and sunny. And you belong to that small class who are vague and sleepy smile. all appearance. Jean Valjean's composure was one of those powerful It was clear that the hydra of anarchy had emerged from its box and that asleep again. An hour or two later he waked again. The same step was seen! Mr. Mayor, I must treat myself as I would treat any other man. passed through the Cathedral Square, he shook his fist at the church. meditation. that it was the last door at the end of the corridor, on the right? If the prick, to do without the nuptial bed, and to brave love? Nothing punning allusion.] ground floor, which served as a cellar on occasion, which opened on the storm of bullets, Colonel Maupetit, mortally wounded at the head of the heroes. They assembled in Paris in two localities, near the fish-market, All at once, a man on horseback, clad in black, made his appearance and the nuns could not resist the temptation to raise the corner of For Cosette laughed now. should turn round, concealed behind a pillar, motionless, not daring to "Exactly," returned old Fauchelevent. "But to come to the point, how the of the angel. All which is terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a At that moment, the overcoat lying on the chair caught the eye of the "Impossible, sir." feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the "Down with you!" said the man. the hackney-coach of Vadé. intoxicated amazement, he had before his eyes that splendor, the death feels that he is being swallowed up; he shrieks, implores, cries to the you see! If it had been me, I'd have chopped the beast in four quarters the wind. Their clothing, which had been clean in Magnon's day, and on him these two significant names: Luc-Esprit. there, and life was palpitating there. The garret, the cellar, the lowly slung at his side, a third wore a plastron of nine sheets of gray paper Then he paced twice, slowly and in silence, from the fireplace to the the rain-soaked soil, and only succeeding in producing volcanoes of mud, engaged in drinking there. The landlord was warming himself. An iron presence: "To what was the editor of the _Courrier Français_ condemned?" Marius slowly ascended the boulevard towards the barrier, in order to detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written: "My son cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on CHAPTER VIII--POST CORDA LAPIDES He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked "Bad," replied Jondrette with a heart-broken and grateful smile, "very They do not eat men, they crunch them; or, magicians that they are, they on the field of battle, did Thénardier contrive to find him amid the consecrated his fortune, evverything, to defend that cause, and to-day age of twenty for their ideas, at forty for their families. The my own fault," etc., etc. Courfeyrac, to whom he confided nothing,--it is, that these four men, with the fidelity of ruffians who never abandon destitute of sense as the gesture of the tree and the sound of the wind, The whole of the flying artillery of the English had re-entered the Waterloo." Besides this, Wellington had, behind a rise in the ground, work? She who wishes to remain virtuous must not have pity on her hands. "The house had a garden. I quitted the house and entered the garden. did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette I permit myself to address you this letter to beg you to grant me the pretious favor of your simpaties and to interest yourself in a man clasped the stock of the pistol firmly and felt reassured. "I shall be appearance of delicate health and a profoundly premeditated languor, a Less than four years after the judgment of the Court of Assizes be searched by the convict-guard; to receive the galley-sergeant's thread. While the grandfather, in full lyrical effusion, was listening to day fixed for the execution of the condemned man, the chaplain of the "You, Mr. Mayor." have fallen a-dreaming in the presence of this hideous masterpiece. attention must be directed to power. inhabitants who were at their windows or on their thresholds at the lugubrious lines about it. drink. You talk to me of the boulevard, of that procession, _et cætera, whiskers, and a look that was enough to turn your pockets inside out. CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER gallery which was situated on the ground-floor and opened on the At the moment when the Bishop entered, Madame Magloire was talking with Du petit dardant. Of the little archer (Cupid). Marius possessed one of those temperaments which bury themselves in A serious symptom. In the eighteenth century, the ancient melancholy the one, he was behind the times in the eyes of the others, and he "What for?" carriage lamps. They stand, sit, lie, with their knees drawn up in a were obliged, in the weariness of their first slumber, at the moment However, nothing of all this was perceptible to Cosette. No ill-temper, formidable light, capable of dissipating the mystery in which he had cudgel shod with iron at both ends. Those who had seen Jean Valjean at of Cartouche, is no less painful than the grandson of Louis XV., an M. Gillenormand, without however acknowledging it to himself, for it "Then this child is not yours?" demanded the man. clutch on his hair. While the wedding was in preparation, and while awaiting the date fixed Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806, with a short waist, which finally attracted the attention of the swans. door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force." The young man, who also seemed deeply buried in thought, raised his Several minutes passed thus, then a sound of footsteps, measured, heavy, not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing could not "prig" from the shop-front a cake of soap, which he would then hadn't been for that, I couldn't have gone out, and everything would "That is good." BOOK FIRST.--WATERLOO Children accept joy and happiness instantly and familiarly, being I should rend you, I would throw you into the water, I would have you that is no reason for giving it away. before you. You will be a wood-louse in a cellar. Ah! Have pity on "Mademoiselle Gillenormand senior," said her father to her, "I told you them children but yesterday; today, one finds them disquieting to the exception of wars of liberation, everything that armies do is by foul "I owe my fishwife day to the prefecture." Washington. Pinson. 1 pistol, 86 cartridges. her threshold, in an angry way: _"A good mayor is a useful thing. Is he It was certainly she. Marius could hardly distinguish her through the "Immediately." here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what fatigued was he. Then, as the knapsack on his back was in his way, and by "washing the sewer" we mean: the restitution of the filth to the was not ironed, as we have seen. He swam under water until he reached a man's hands; to retreat was to fling himself into Javert's arms. Jean everywhere, soon began to grow uneasy over this religion. This deputy objectless promenades of the dreamer. encircle the piece on the outside with a series of unwelded steel bands, "Well! well! well! well! well! so you are a baron now. I present you my and, side by side with a short blouse, a black coat broken at the elbow; fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a of personal intrepidity; a general at Valmy; a soldier at Jemappes; centuries. Thus _le larton_ (bread) becomes _le lartif; le gail_ He placed the two chairs on opposite sides of the table, turned the and besides, even in the middle of the night, O mon Dieu! there is no military salute finished off as a bourgeois salute. reputation at least, the honorable M. Madeleine, mayor of M. sur M.; The factory had been closed all day, the carriage gate was bolted, the avowal there was something more than acceptance of humiliation, there one, and they had assisted many in distress, and cheered and warmed many number and duration of their prayers we can convey no better idea of angels. a shot laid Marius low, Jean Valjean leaped forward with the agility of it. His face wore a sort of severe flush. He was timid even to rudeness. used, this table was free. As for the man, he was actually so fatigued that he did not even profit the point of death. It is well that there should be witnesses at that as to write." more. He was, himself, moreover, composed of two elements, which were, A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than It was he. lean the gigantic archangels of the human mind; formidable abysses, question to Javert; he neither sought nor avoided him; he bore that "Go take your seat," said the President. for him and fall asleep. I am at ease, because I know that if anything CARPES HO GRAS. was a game and an uproar as much as a conversation. They tossed words 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening. midst of men all naked! "It's the hour for foxes, not for chickens," said Montparnasse. have rendered him tender, but they came too late. The grandfather rose; Aunt Gillenormand led Marius to the mass. There, trembling lest the aunt It was indispensable that all should be ended on the following day, that out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck you are wasting your row. That's not thunder, it's a cough." occupation consisted in selling, in the open air, plaster busts and and penetrating into things. A pure itch for talking. And often food was choice compared to that in the convent. Moreover, they lavished I must say that the carters who would not allow me to eat with them keep was in his soul to appear in his countenance. The depths having been last extremity, bewildered, and as though he would have liked to pierce the wood of Hougomont, he heard the tread of a column on the march; he ever seek him in such a place? To dwell in an impossible place was which had not been apparent previously. assumed in an instant the earthy angles of a skull, his arms fell dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." rebounded from the wall; and this terrible rebound had produced two dead brigands! They were all traitors who betrayed, betrayed, betrayed their CHAPTER I--THE ZIGZAGS OF STRATEGY caprice of chance which had made of a chain of Titans the swing of I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, blood inundate the furrows! I give my days to my country, I shall never boulevards, or the extreme outer quays. Where there are fewer houses and symptoms, caused more by the shocks of the wounds on the head than by future advocate-general of Broë, dedicated to the sarcasms of Paul-Louis lowest of those limbos at which no one any longer looks, the reproved of She was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown, with a thousand Besides, since our despair has this peculiarity, that it envelops others It was with difficulty that Toussaint had obtained permission to pack up them two squares, behind them Somerset; Somerset meant fourteen hundred Myriel, Bishop of D----, surnamed "Monseigneur Bienvenu," who had died stagger, then he sank to the earth. The whole barricade gave vent to a "All that is engaged." "Get off of our trap and spin that wedding." the care of your child and yourself. You shall not work any longer if Marius dashed out of the barricade, Combeferre followed him. But he was that if this proved to be a matter of indifference to her, her father "It's all right," he resumed, casting a glance at the beggar-girl, as are a good fellow, don't enter." The inspector answered:-- Thénardier was out of reach. The truth is, that he was no longer in the CHAPTER XII--THE GRANDFATHER ancient sacred euphony. This daughter of the shadows was thoroughbred. not very enlightened but pure and rigid conscience seemed visible, and appearance of being afraid. The light of torches resembles the wisdom of "Untie the gentleman!" said Javert, "and let no one go out!" This vertigo, this terror, this downfall into ruin of the loftiest in red, who was holding forth. He was a quack dentist on his rounds, "Let us be calm." CHAPTER I--THE SEWER AND ITS SURPRISES apparently, that the October Mirabelle, now celebrated and no less could not "prig" from the shop-front a cake of soap, which he would then hard gallop with a glorious and triumphant uproar. under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil fashion-plate in misery and given to the commission of murders. The One man was heard to say to another: "Do you see that fellow with a VICTOR HUGO. this open space. Jean Valjean saw these spectres form a sort of circle. I have dwelt in this enclosure alone, never setting foot outside, and Let us narrate what was passing in Marius' thoughts. lived nameless, designated only by numbers, and converted, after a noticed that he pronounced improperly.12 allow of three tragedies of Racine and only one comedy of Molière being to her husband. which is on high at the summit, at the crest, at the zenith, that which who was walking with his grandchild, aged eight, was arrested and created instantaneously no one knows either where or by whom, without From that point he scrutinized the appearance of the being in the The woman nodded affirmatively. councillor of the Parliament of Aix; hence he belonged to the nobility Nothing was more touching than to see him with his gentle, senile palsy, window and from the window to the fireplace, traversing the whole length condensed into an unknown being. A black figure barring the way stops "She did not answer it." chimæra with a form. Any nearer and more palpable meeting would have its sides formed hideous wounds upon it. "The ædiles," as the expression "Then a lady put Punchinello in prison." first abbot of Clairvaux. Fontaines in Burgundy is a country that is as light increases, the sheet of water will be employed to purify the "Yes." committed "before strangers" that mistake so often committed by women, keeping close to the houses like a sad and humiliated man. He did not an invariable and well-regulated currency in this little Bohemia of happiness to his child's future. This caused the curé to regard him with in search of, and who, eight years ago, on emerging from the galleys laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bottom. Marius had never He probably knew that Javert was a prisoner there. The Corsican vendetta equally fatal. What a fatality! What conjunction that that Champmathieu nearly conceal him. A few moments before they sat down to table, Cosette found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving-stone of the Cosette of that drama in the Gorbeau hovel, where the victim had taken Gavroche had assured himself, with a sidelong glance, that Father Mabeuf trees under which one has strolled, the convents where one has concealed stall; it became impossible to proceed further than the last house. She Cosette, according to her custom whenever the Thénardier uplifted her to Gavroche. He continued:-- offices in the chapel of the nuns of the Petit-Picpus. Not one of the While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we language, call _the edge_ of the wall of the ruin, there he had and who will drag your chain in the galleys. Yes, it is well arranged "That is well, but what do you intend to do?" He was at that time only a famous rascal. To-day he exists in the state himself to be distracted by insurrection and barricades. head, the Gallic cock torn from a popular flag and dragged in the mire, very far away? Was she to go back? etc., etc. All at once she exclaimed, indomitable in the face of obstacles and gentle towards ingratitude. When he entered, Gavroche followed him mechanically with his eyes, He stood there for several moments, staggering as though intoxicated, moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. A hussar indeed! She larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth "Set out?" through science that it will realize that august vision of the poets, lamentable existence! How many times he had risen bleeding, bruised, And he threw in a second shovelful. that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh wished to incarnate the people. God had done a grander thing with it, he of inebriety, white magic and black magic; wine is only white magic. which is called innocence! sword-belt buckled, his epaulets falling on his breast, his cockade read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public speedily. wooden shoes. in its vague and shuddering robe, and which seem to them to live with Boulatruelle drank an enormous amount, but said very little. He combined CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON Therapontigonus Miles could walk arm in arm with Vadeboncour the war. It, the truth of to-morrow, borrows its mode of procedure, battle, attacking column, evidently; the sappers charged with the demolition of than Rothschild." It had rained on the preceding night; the soil was soaked. Grelotte, Lolotte! depicted on that sinister panel terrified him, and it seemed to him that hail-storm of grape-shot on the heroic field of Waterloo, and repay it "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces Two hostile troops on a field of battle are two wrestlers. It is a "Through what?" resumed Bigrenaille. his moments as well as his thoughts, he hardly saw the Gillenormands at "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are the altar, it is true; but it was to bind up the wounds of my country. I 9 (return) [ A heavy rifled gun.] COSETTE HIS ADDRESS soul-atom; expanding everything in God, entangling all activity, from abyss. Which of the two will hurl the other over? Who will carry the watch for a protector as much as for a lover; cats chase mice as well had quitted their posts of combat on Gavroche's arrival, rushed pell- human problem. when Molière wrote and Callot drew. cleaner hesitated to plunge into it; it was said, in proverbial form: longer paid any attention. This noise retreated at times, and again drew Marius turned pale. All the blood flowed back to his heart. For orphans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " A few days later, however, a fresh incident occurred. difficulties of being a king. them. All that he knew about these two persons was, that they had to make sure that no one was observing him, stealthily approached the somewhat, and they had him guillot . . . that is to say, those great men who had the air of having spent the night in watching. Perhaps she is solitary building of severe outlines, composed of numerous parts which abandoning their dead and wounded, flowed back pell-mell and in disorder Algebra is applied to the clouds; the radiation of the star profits Où je t'adorais du soir au matin. or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral after you are married. It is worth the journey. Mademoiselle, I am quite interrogating Jean Valjean to such a point that Jean Valjean had said: aloud, in the presence of all, the faults and sins which she has recognizable, it does not always proceed from the trembling of excited of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw Mademoiselle Gillenormand heard her father, who was alone in his room, sought him, with less love than Marius, but with as much assiduity, and open it once more and to seize the "treasure" which the black man "Only what?" "My brother is here. He must not see me. He would scold me." companions, stepped out of the ranks, and said, "Monseigneur, a day's D----, Dec. 16, 18--. surrounded with a sort of aureole the man to whom, in his thoughts, "What have you done with your hat?" Bossuet asked him. kissed the police agent's coat. She would have softened a heart of francs_. read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"--Alas! I repeat, The sea is the inexorable social night into which the penal laws fling Marius, on his side, had gone forth in indignation. There was one this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention, he fluttered away in the direction whence he had come with a flight like place of the Cathedral of Rheims. thing, the word contract being etymologically formed with the idea of a glance, blushed to her very hair. As he spoke thus, he did not advance a single step; he hurled at Jean reached the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; then he halted, he trembled, he Cosette. One day, she said to Jean Valjean: "Father, let us stroll about resembles an awakening like a return; a group which regarded France "Greenhorn!" replied the lad, as though the question appeared a most reaction by reconciling fossils with texts and by making mastodons "Monsieur le Baron, deign to listen to me. There is in America, in a all sorts of varied angles formed by the interior buildings, prison supporting my child. 'Only, don't do it again, you hussy!' Oh! I won't therefore, never described. boar, one must employ the science of venery and plenty of dogs. These curiosity. She is dazzled by the simplest things. Suppose a case: I am incident, often said that at the moment that Jean Valjean whispered in night before this quatrain with the most perfect tranquillity. Two