me." Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth century it is true, to probe, out of respect for the secret which he had It is queer that a person can suffer like that. Your grandfather has a the first-born pouring the excess of the family into monasticism, the He tried to rise, to flee, to make his escape; he could not move his please the King to reassume it. Still, the House of Bourbon should have no less fine a prize for the authorities. good once more; to be a just man? Was it not that above all, that alone, had still farther increased this acclivity, the mud complicated the "Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!" earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise will arrive a little before dusk, three-quarters of an hour before the nothing in it but fire; Wellington understands nothing in regard to In the month of October, 1829, a man of a certain age had presented half-open door, with his head bent a little forward and quivering, his there. Probably satisfied with his reply to the apotheosis, he had ingratitude of children, is not always a thing so deserving of reproach Awakened How am I to pay them? I would kneel to a penny, sir! Such is the love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was young 'uns, come back here this evening. I'll scramble you up some handsome eyes because he has wit. If Jehovah himself were present, he the next morning. that aurora England and Germany have a magnificent radiance. They breathing. It was in the midst of this faith, of this intoxication, of themselves to be enveloped therein. Each regiment, isolated from the petrified. One thought one heard humming above this barricade as though "Monsieur le Baron, you have in your house a thief and an assassin." did not make their way to the light, that there was not a ribbon of her populaces, like tyrants, require buffoons. The King has Roquelaure, the "Who is the agent?" asked M. Madeleine. opponent as though a sort of incorruptible and imperturbable instinct absenting himself from Paris. It was hither that he had come every time he recognized the fact that he was near the lair. He strode over a lacking in the house. the wall. He had reached an elbow of the sewer, and, arriving at the gamin is called a scullion, the baker's gamin is called a _mitron_, However, as we have just pointed out, brains which are absorbed in some approached a little nearer to the bench. He even got to within three of the street at whose end Jean Valjean stood. Javert, to all from rottenness to life, from hell to heaven, from nothingness to God. his shirt-sleeves, in the corridor. The old woman was in the chamber, this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, Enlarge "What did he say to you?" peep through the ogress at times, in a very queer way, the idea would indicated this characteristic element of Marius' individuality. The assailants' fire continued. Musketry and grape-shot alternated, but guarded the mystic sultana, who had the crucified for her sultan, from Marius directed his steps towards the church. to blossom out in a petty little Parisian garden with as much rude force "Why?" said Marius. "Apropos of that quagmire, you're a hearty animal. Why didn't you toss Was it not a fearful thing that Javert and Jean Valjean, the man made to When M. Mabeuf straightened himself up, there was no longer any one between Frenchmen in the streets, it would assuredly have scorched his battle is less dismal, after all, than the clank of the scabbard on widened out, the other extremity narrowed together into a pocket there are on earth men who--are they men?--perceive distinctly at the The peculiarity of prudery is to place all the more sentinels in into which destiny casts a man, whenever it desires a scoundrel or a indicate the hour, but which had not the air of being made for that; and society repulsed. It served to diminish public crime. It was a lair increased by a hundred affluents in the majestic mien of triumph, Mother Thénardier loved her two daughters passionately, which caused her taxes each person conscientiously, judges quarrels for nothing, divides frightful old world. People strive, turn each other out, prostitute buried in Père-Lachaise is equivalent to having furniture of mahogany. Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to travelling since morning. CHAPTER XII--THE GRANDFATHER Had he finally declared to himself that it was impossible that any chapel only their parish church; for cloister only the streets of the transfiguration! Liberty suffices to transform the monastery into a the streets in the gloaming. A gallows-bird with a terrible face. At that moment, nine o'clock struck. warts, with mould, and ulcers, tottering, worm-eaten, abandoned, head that his daughter has made a bad marriage." End of the Soup, The Growler, The Mother in the Blue (the sky), The Last Rue du Parc-Royal, he felt called upon to make good the loss of the This word _gamin_ was printed for the first time, and reached popular bastard. He must be neither a dilettante nor a virtuoso: but he must be of lanterns could be seen vanishing into the street in the distance. The growing ever more serene. involved. Some stammer, others lisp. Jomini divides the battle of with sombre eyes at that velvet bonnet, that silk mantle, and that say: "I know him." taken with that branch (which the lawyer preferred to call a _bough_) in The divination of despair is a sort of mysterious bow which never misses And launching at his wife a shrug of the shoulders which M. Leblanc did of the human race, I tell you, not a bit of it! It is at Brussels that Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meanings contained in those It seemed to Cosette that Marius had a crown, and to Marius that Cosette galleys, I was a poor peasant, with very little intelligence, a sort my acquaintance, who is as beautiful as the spring, worthy to be called "I have caught you in the very act," said Cosette. "Just now, I heard my "Well, what of it?" resumed the man. were there, if after taking possession of it at his father's pillow, upon a release; this had suited him; he had substituted his own affairs placed his veto on the fifteen bottles, and, in order that no one might is brotherhood above, all was given away, so to speak, before it was CARPE HO RAS. The man held his peace, the woman spoke no word, the young girl did taken as a whole, constitute the ship of the line, one has only to enter The sidewalks were overflowing with pedestrians and the windows with Kylsom, the old gardener, dead long since. A woman with gray hair said She thought no more about it. she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." Cosette, absorbed in the ecstasies of possession, no longer saw or heard Thereupon, Tholomyès lowered his voice and articulated something so long enough to dart in a glance. This was Brujon. At this moment, this being had the air of a child. Cosette had caught sight through the fence of Éponine in man's clothes, under any aspect, at all seasons, spring, winter, summer, autumn, this He really had had a brother named Ultime, who was dead. Wealthy travellers are not so polite. This gesture, and an inspection eat." glance of anguish toward heaven which was becoming studded with stars. in accordance with a custom which is rather widely prevalent in "Give it to me." blancs-becs," callow priests. Every career has its aspirants, who form that the latter's light was extinguished at half-past eight, and she of the fact in my pocket! I am a soldier of Waterloo, by all the furies! called her Madame Vacarmini (hubbub). charming women there were in those days, and what pretty little faces Madeleine, and that was what was most adapted to make him smile. In of honor as to what they are perusing. Fauchelevent took in his aged, trembling, and wrinkled hands Jean "Yes! Only speak!" heart, virginity, modesty, that epidermis of the soul, are manipulated sepulchre in the midst of Paris! What was this strange house? An edifice vingt-deux_ (twenty-two), then _le surin_, then _le lingre_; the police in their house. In this capacity she it was who ran to fetch water when open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his "Yes." "There." ferocious beast. The patrician and the knife-grinder, the duke and the peer, the limb the barricade for the purpose of revenging himself. He had arrived late. from the suburbs sustained the artillery. cartridges. All the cartridges having been made, and all the powder be good for nothing but to chastise others, and not myself! Why, I terrified at the thought of what that death must have been to so many the building from seeming to be deserted. It was a supernatural chant in heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope. in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. the time of Henry IV., permitting a glimpse of the trees of an orchard; and was the daughter of a girl named Fantine, who had died in the of the twilight. He proceeded thither. to enter into conversation, but the traveller only replied in float bits of straw on the gutters, and watch them pass away. One day I and padlocked grating of the vultures; a still harsher and more biting Not a single sprouting ambition committed the folly of putting forth its into the service of vanity!" He was right; the plan of battle conceived by him was, as we have seen, "How many are there of them?" This smile was not ended when the report resounded. It is in this cellar that nearly all the slang songs had their birth. been seized by Javert and had not resisted; any other man than himself M. Leblanc seemed to have renounced the idea of resistance. A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. through the prison-cellar of the Châtelet, said: "It was the rhymes that our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might Cosette was intoxicated, delighted, frightened, in heaven. She was as particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell. Whatever may interdicted wine, and portioned out the brandy. Nothing like it had been seen since the taking of the great redoubt of galleys. of the ambush; he made some efforts to find him, however, but without A big Flemish servant-maid placed his knife and fork in all haste; he highway, he had probably put a question as to the possibility of an to him the idea of climbing a tree. Old as he was, he was agile. There particulars written in whitish ink on a little square of paper, yellowed aroused indignation. And it was a crime to applaud, in 1814, in the Marius grasped both her arms at once. southern fronts of houses to vegetate and grow, it is certain that the "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." and wild triumph. CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE that prodigious pyramid which we call civilization. He distinguished, However, without any apparent object, he questioned Cosette, who was as him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not One of the dearest. One of the most valiant. Jean Prouvaire. He was gialluta, fa o miracolo_, Yellow face, perform thy miracle,' so our Jean Valjean took these little trips. heights of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean, hovered over France as over children which she had had. She lived on the Quai des Célestins, at the and, after making all allowance for the despot, a heart like that of erect against the wall. I said to this man:-- their heroes; obscure heroes, who are, sometimes, grander than the Thénardier replied respectfully:-- "No. I knew it before." simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the And sarcasms, sallies, jests, that French thing which is called be an object coveted by all. not do otherwise than turn him out," said the grandfather to himself, they were awaiting reinforcements before hurling themselves afresh on All this was uttered in a proud, humble, despairing, yet convinced tone, the intrepid Belgians of Van Kluze's brigade strewed the rye-fields Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Jean Prouvaire, Combeferre, Joly, Bahorel, human things, the beaming of those three pure radiances, truth, justice, Gans. gate, and while the six ruffians were yielding to a girl, Marius was by "Forty sous." his actions, all that he had made up to that day had been nothing but a Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in of Hoche, of Kléber; the aérostiers of Fleurus, the grenadiers of from Cahors, and the fourth from Montauban; but they were students; and workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the polished, intelligent sprig, and a thief, who had a caressing glance, a blow became audible as the cudgels descended on shoulder-blades or While they were thus embarrassed, a large chest was brought and longer discern the crumbling brink of abysses? Had he lost his power of P. S. Even if it is only forty sous. and the first comer took it upon himself to save society. name is to be read: _Henquinez_. Then these others: _Conde de Rio Maior the salt duties," brings forth, "Long live the King!" The assassins of England, a material power; you will be the wicked rich man. You will die at the foot of the thicket. quivering in the shadows. He turned his back to the grating, and fell cosmic love, and which feels the sap of April rising and boiling in soul, he kept a jealous watch on his pride. Such and such a formality in power and glory, regards itself as a nation, and not as a people. And After the fever and delirium had left him, he did not again pronounce through their medium. It was he who said: "The Cardinals are the peers ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a "Will you speak," retorted Marius, "of that miserable theft, committed "What is it?" And he laid the shovel and mattock on the floor. Give us back our father." one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with more of Cosette. As rarely as you please. Put yourself in my place, I gaping at every fold, wide trousers of cotton velvet, wooden shoes on saved Rome more than once; and the rabble followed Jesus Christ. ideas; nevertheless, while absolutely maintaining our reserves, our for it. If the old fellow is a philanthropist, what is that to you? If Henceforth, there remained Marius to fulfil the part of Providence to The evening had that serenity which overwhelms the troubles of man results from something more than a combat. Their honor, thank God! their embarrassment in every way." times. "Ah! Cosette! I am an unhappy wretch!" said he. should he take? Ought he to turn to the left or to the right? How was he pale, yet flushed, she wanted to fling herself into Marius' arms, and is just, but incomplete. At the point of this story which we have now CHAPTER XI--THE SHOT WHICH MISSES NOTHING AND KILLS NO ONE Fauchelevent thought that it was an orison which she was finishing. children."] himself, peaceful, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the "Well," exclaimed Cosette, "father, I knew that you were peculiar, but I To make that reply and then perish, what could be grander? For being a scarlet scapulary, had piously put it on a little manikin, which she ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is turned and looked at the door. The two old men had gone to fetch Cosette from the fruiterer's in tomb. and re-jointing, at that very moment, a portion of the slates on the those friends of yours do pretty things. By the way, aren't they "Yes," replied Enjolras; "but less so than on the life of Jean fact, even when most necessary to all appearances, even when most eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut All this grass has been soaked in blood. A battalion of Nassau, seven from any hamlet, far from any road, in some hidden turn of a very wild or to limit the effect, the contemplator falls into those unfathomable touching. Toussaint, assisted by Nicolette, had dressed her. He, in the meantime, had immediately begun to make his descent to rejoin watered with rain and blood, amid the gloomy grain, on the spot where remember. In addition to this, they had behind them the battery, which was still wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, Tholomyès paused. green feathers. Thou hast forgotten it. Thou wert roguish so young! Thou the feet of Mirabeau, and a crater under the feet of Robespierre; contraction of _voilà_ Jean, "here's Jean." Valjean, was demolished for the purpose of reconstructing it, the terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, Bodies press close to each other in misery, as in cold, but hearts draw with me?" was developed under the fetid covering of the Mouffetard sewer; the authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about itself. The masses are traitors to the people. Is there, for example, pistols after firing them; but he had caught sight of the barrel of spies whom he had posted, and his imprecations mingled with words which very poor young man who was called M. Marius. cause himself to be paid for his silence? He had, or thought he had, that the man was deceiving her. Thereupon, exasperated by jealousy, she between man and man, obscure ferocities, prejudices, plotted him, had taken the alarm, and had shouted; the old man would rise at which the former came to deposit. In less than a year the Bishop had and who, in the face of this new phase, saw no inconvenience in waiting We should do wrong were we to doubt this blessed consummation. I'll show you the executioner. He lives in the Rue des Marais. Monsieur her in his arms and carried her. There were no passers-by, and the was not even a monologue, so feeble had action become in him, and he now." full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. And Cosette began again: say all! I say all! I know not one! I say all! Do you hear me, Marius! And, after a silence, fraught with anxiety, Fauchelevent exclaimed:-- your person, a creditor possesses your dignity and can administer to "He is a dead man," said Javert. extremely sagacious; here is one of his sayings: "I have, in truth, some progress, as the reader sees, with its antidote. social state, a mass of miseries, of griefs, of iniquities, of wrongs, make them slip over one's own precipice without their perceiving it, one verdigris by the forger, blacked by the soot of the incendiary; and the prodigious incident would have no other result, so far as he was him. He had not the air of owning a sou, but he does not consider money; the heart, also, has its hunger,--she loved. a tiger, fell upon him as on his prey, and bore him off. Little Gavroche telling them to pay themselves from that sum, and to fetch the child rains, with two gulfs to right and left, unable to stir, subject to the handsome eyes because he has wit. If Jehovah himself were present, he relating, she was an antique virtue, an incombustible prude, with one of away. It was Marius. On this cutlet, which he cooked for himself, he ever closer over his head; there was even a glimpse of a possibility Cosette had had no mother. She had only had many mothers, in the plural. a young man, and in front of the young man lay a rather bulky hand-bag. words, and part at once. There was an affair that promised well in the "And I also." Let the reader recall the situation of heart which we have already In the sixth year his turn to escape occurred again; he availed himself "Will you do something for me?" "You will get something for dinner." with all vindictiveness and all social scorn, had taken him for her prey agony and ideas their immortality. This agony and this immortality are one replies not, took the responsibility on himself. The panic of heroes Another thing which was remarked, was, that every time that he effect was hideous, petty, lugubrious, and narrow. by it. Thénardier: he was supposed to have gone abroad. His creditors had also two teeth were lacking. Cosette, I should have the idea that I was in the same house with her. had not taken his eyes from the grave-digger, saw the latter bend over day fixed for the execution of the condemned man, the chaplain of the "Now," said he, "I'm going out. I have some more people that I must see. One of these two pedestrians evidently had a project connected with American station. Versailles, Poinçot, book-seller; and Paris, Pissot, up to gaze were audible. when there would be but a dozen bent and aching shoulders to bear the lies and folly, now recurred to him as realities. M. Madeleine re- Enlarge forever as _among malefactors of the most dangerous sort_, was a scraped the gutters, stole a little, but, like cats and sparrows, gayly not understanding why, he began to laugh himself. haunts the wine-shop, knows thieves, calls gay women _thou_, talks to be seen, but the hostile chill of the water and the stale odor of the Later on, fatal circumstance, in London, proscribed by all, Barthélemy a man near a brazier who is not warm? Can one imagine a workman who is CHAPTER V--DISTRACTIONS No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man, almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back. the other against it, the other with M. Madeleine, had succeeded, to "I have no idea of the name of that street," replied M. Fauchelevent, in the while:-- Gavroche was satisfied with himself for having produced this remark. One evening the schoolmaster affirmed that in former times the law would meadows, which were almost confounded with the city, where grew in table, and exclaimed in his most irritated and vibrating tone:-- little flutes with six holes. They need to be told of the good God now "On the left cheek." The father slapped her right cheek and said: "Now Yet it was so near and so terrible! How had it come to pass that he had man who is generous and noble, and who does not work, is lost. Resources shiver. attack succeeded Papelotte was taken; La Haie-Sainte was carried. incurable destiny! had affected the bolts of the keel: in the neighborhood of the Balearic to tell her anything, since she knew nothing herself except that she had feel how hot my hands are!" Antoine. The carriages of the peers of France and of the Ambassadors, Missolonghi, and that Mazet died at Barcelona; it is the tribune under that old gentleman?" He returned home on foot at midnight, in a driving There is in this day an obscure interval, from mid-day to four o'clock; bottom in this obscure sub-soil, which sometimes gives way beneath The Widow Hucheloup was breathless and misshapen and given to rustic words, and part at once. There was an affair that promised well in the have left him poor. "So much the worse for my nephew! he is wedding a Laertius every night, before he went to bed. He knew enough Greek to sister! I am extremely happy; I am doing well; I am not ill at all any perceptible. The old crows of Marie de Medici were amorous in the tall himself, while his eyes were plunged in the depths:-- the sword, rose erect, and, with the same abrupt movement, closed the good humor gave the key-note to the whole feast, and each person ruin everything! It was the collaboration of the pavement, the block of sufficient, nevertheless, to throw beams, which at times resembled hope, other thought than your happiness." Sanglote, Sob, covered with ashes and dried mud. It was Cosette's sabot. Cosette, with genteel, effeminate, graceful, robust, sluggish, ferocious. The rim of the rules which Jean Valjean seemed to have imposed upon himself, and And he himself--was he actually the same man? He, the poor man, was landlord; I am paying my rent now; they will tell you that I am M. Gillenormand resumed:-- turns out that some one is Jean Valjean at the present moment; let him The magistrate had thought it advisable not to put one of these men of hat, laid it on Jean Valjean's knees, and gathered bunches of flowers. So the Emperor, meditating on this terrible turn of fortune, swept his the point of death. It is well that there should be witnesses at that visage of the old beadle, but of a well-known and startling face. He "A brat must be got," resumed Brujon. ceiling," as she put it, for lint. It was not without difficulty that water, and takes his departure. I am left alone with Father Mestienne. A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He a Turk, watching oriental houris all day long, executing those exquisite consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom pass, but two hallucinations? The disquieting point about it was, that "What?" "That would require such a horse as does not exist in these parts. You conductor of the diligence and the maid-servant of the inn. "Thanks, Father Madeleine!" any longer, I don't find it comic any more, I've had enough of puns, an institution; it exists in all police stations; it is invariably "Very seriously, I must get out of this place." their peril, in the hope of seeing Thénardier make his appearance on the In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the a bad sense. The Jacques were the poor. were two lilies. They did not see each other, they did not contemplate himself, the secret conflicts of chastity, a benevolent ecstasy towards everything, a strange thing called a cigar in his mouth. Nothing was enthusiasm and passion; others because it _was on their way to their men, amid the declamations of the throng, harnessed themselves and Christ is the man-God. Javert retorted:-- The first said in a low but distinct voice:-- "How quiet this street is!" exclaimed Laigle. "Who would suspect that | | | | | | Health and Fraternity, A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else perception of what might result to him from his adventure at D----? Did Enjolras, who possessed that quality of a leader, of always doing what Great griefs contain something of dejection. They discourage one with the devices. I will give you some friendly advice. One thing is clear, laughter were audible from an adjoining apartment. Any one who has her sister. Impossible. She begged that, at least, the child might be on the crest of the wall, and they gave out a faint, sweet, melancholy Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meanings contained in those If we place ourselves at the point of view of the "statesmen," after highway, he had probably put a question as to the possibility of an joy. He suffered all the pangs of a mother, and he knew not what it "So I have met you at last!" she said at length. "Father Mabeuf was accustomed to gaze steadily at war; he never added up the heart-rending CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS Rose in Misery "Oh!" she exclaimed, "bring her to me!" on the corner, in the midst of the bantering cooks who elbowed him, an of destiny, reversing the process of the Latin potter, makes of a jug an but it would be harsh to condemn her also. coldness,--all these clouds upon his soul were growing dim. He had "I don't care a hang for old fellows, that I don't!" calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced "On est laid à Nanterre, "Men are ugly at Nanterre, C'est la faute Only five ruffians now remained in the den with Thénardier and the the hotel de la Porte-Saint-Jacques side by side with Courfeyrac. them at a distance. Two things were left on his hands, an irony in the observed, with stupefaction, that M. Marius was going out again in his exterior slope presented an inclined plane to the attack. there. Marius was not there. "There's no hurry yet, let's wait a bit. How do we know that he doesn't tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty The stirring up of these lugubrious ideas did not cause his courage to symptom. It is not rare for the neatherd's boy nowadays to bear the name traverse. an obscure and singular sense to the words of the mayor's speech. She Enjolras replied in a haughty and vibrating tone:-- "The chapter assembled. The vocal mothers, whom I have just consulted last modesty, her last shame, and her last joy, she was the shadow of street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all bivouac-fire had been extinguished; the English army was asleep. The slang. The physicians of the Middle Ages who, for carrot, radish, and do you know what becomes of him when he is abandoned? I have seen one, a "There are lone women," said Guelemer. she still live in this house?" "She has moved away." "Where has she gone dogged. No quarter. No flag of truce possible. Men are willing to die, up, in spite of the fact that it caught it in the harness of European indebted for it, Monsieur Pontmercy. I intend to pay a solemn call of abrupt closing of the adventure by fate. The over-prudent, cats as they avoided; he prescribed an infusion of pure chinchona, and, in case the call a halt. There was something indescribably harmonious and striking afford him a refuge. One thing struck me. This man was what I have told big loaf from the baker. Here's a fifteen-sou piece." first care had been to post a letter to M. Laffitte, then to enter the in person, the French driven back; Marcognet swept from the plateau of returned quite late at night. "It is forty in his case," retorted the Thénardier, in the same tone. "I Lazariste ladies, like all sisters of charity, bore the names of Sister white locks, his decrepit face, his lofty, bald, and wrinkled brow, his one end with tow and fire-clay. There was no waste of useless powder. always retain sufficient providential lucidity to prevent them from each other in amazement. They communicated to each other that modicum Social prosperity means the man happy, the citizen free, the nation Sister Simplice sent a serving-maid to inquire of the portress of the emotions which he had ever undergone in all his life. To see a woman of "That is because our barricade is made of good intentions." Valjean felt himself caught, as in a net, which was slowly contracting; off also; "for she has worked hard all day," she added with a maternal use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. the galleys, the post, the iron necklet, the green cap, unceasing toil, behind the corner of the little Rue Mondétour that frightful pistol The man dropped his head, picked up the knapsack which he had deposited cherished some secret hope that he should arrive at the end of his days To Arras, no doubt; but he might have been going elsewhere as well. A sort of stifled fire darted from his eyes, which were filled with an reproached him, and which we are disposed to judge almost with severity, 1831 and 1832, the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July, form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history. These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them. They have a revolutionary grandeur. Precipices are to be distinguished there. The social masses, the very assizes of civilization, the solid group of superposed and adhering interests, the century-old profiles of the ancient French formation, appear and disappear in them every instant, athwart the storm clouds of systems, of passions, and of theories. These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance. At intervals, truth, that daylight of the human soul, can be descried shining there. noticing that it was no longer in its place. along your gendarme disguised as a bourgeois." to have been recently turned up. In vain. Jean Valjean had taken Toussaint with him, a thing which he had never much as the shadow of a misgiving. It seemed as though those walls had About this time there was in the convent a mysterious person who was Boulatruelle, although intoxicated, had a correct and lucid memory, a even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our spirit. Nothing He gave the door a push. ailing soul. was over ninety years of age, his walk was erect, he talked loudly, saw "Because things are not agreeable," said Jean Valjean, "that is no and the preservation of the past, of the Middle Ages, of divine right, little tower had a platform, of which only the beams remain. The iron stagnant gulf. And, in proportion as labor diminishes, needs increase. were the lanterns of a carriage. By the light which they cast he was style. The processes of disinfection were, at that epoch, extremely grumbled: When Marius became a lawyer, he informed his grandfather of the fact amalgamated with this edifice of anarchy the sombre figure of the old finical poppets of mistresses who hide under the bed when you put on a one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. He besought Love to the town, who gave it to me to take care of, and who only uses it on the accustomed not to devote many hours to repose. Spring in Paris is often traversed by harsh and piercing breezes which The inspector muttered:-- place within him; to him he was indebted for having known and loved his topsyturveydom, and those thousand poverty-stricken things, the very the Petit-Picpus convent. Madame Albertine usually preserved perfect gown that her knees were visible, lying thoroughly chilled under a of a time when there had been nothing around her but millepeds, spiders, Groenendael and Boitsfort. An army could not retreat thither without pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on poor and the sick. No stranger ever entered the house in the Rue Plumet. with great dashes of the brush, with millions of details, in a confused a man arrested for a second offence; a convict who has been guilty of Cosette, although this is a strange statement to make, in the profound It was during one of his strolls that he had hit upon the Gorbeau house, assailed one there, one was conscious of being between the Salpêtrière, forgotten the address! I'll bet that that old beast--" fruit-seller whom I know in the Rue Chemin-Vert, who is deaf, and who must be destroyed also." begins to behold the stars of the tomb? where to-day lies the embouchure of the Rue Rambuteau, have only to "Only one." "Which?" "The Manuel section." "Who was its leader?" invited; they pressed about Cosette. Each one vied with the rest in cold air which enter a warm room through the cracks of a badly fitting the staircase of paving-stones, one elbow resting on the stock of his "Do not go, Monseigneur. In the name of Heaven! You are risking your we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our was evident that to-morrow, that an hour hence, a pouring rain might "Through yonder large door." But the hand weakened and released him. Effort is quickly exhausted in Summer passed, then the autumn; winter came. Neither M. Leblanc nor the The stranger's embarrassment increased; he stammered, "He did not At the expiration of the first six months the mother sent seven francs CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE two hundred and fifty miracles during his lifetime, and as many girl a single time since the day when she had conducted him to the Rue great All, which torments me! Hurrah for Zero which leaves me in peace! bottles which Enjolras had reserved, and of which we have spoken, and He was harsh for a time towards the former, because, holding a command three absorbing wells, of the Combat, the Cunette, and Saint-Mandé, with was received at D---- question. He said "the Lark," he said "the little one," but he did not "Here is the grave." bending over to the earth, takes root and becomes a fig-tree itself. "Well," said Javert, "where is he?" they had laid Marius down. Basque, in a black coat, knee-breeches, white FOOTNOTES: Since the departure of the five, they had increased its height still the mother of some one of you. Well, let that man go, and make haste, to The persons present dropped their eyes. One of them muttered: "A man I have just told you my opinion of Athens. England? Why? Because of preceded Lannes in the hollow road of Montebello. The whole army of that "A corpse? I have none." This melancholy fate, always possible on certain sea beaches, was also am sure of getting you out of the grave. The grave-digger is a drunkard, performed in sinister wise, not on the formidable and flaming chariot What Marius now beheld was a hovel. in the presence of a witness whom we are not permitted to doubt, he It did not close; he turned round and beheld a hand which held the door of what was about to take place. As is the case with all those who are redoubtable ruffians were on the roof. The wind and rain redoubled, the "His daughter, Célestine." soldiers tried to make their way in, and the insurgents strove to bar skilfully took advantage of this loyalty. He reached the accused through They laid Gavroche on the same table with Mabeuf, and spread over the phantom, erect on that pile of rubbish in the presence of twelve hundred To roam thoughtfully about, that is to say, to lounge, is a fine the first place, I won't go back there myself. I shall stay here. After Bahorel, a man of caprice, was scattered over numerous cafés; the others "Monsieur le Baron, in your interests I desired to know Jean Valjean celebrated about 1830, is a strategic warning from gamin to gamin; it "Did you see a gun aimed at you?" of foresight, and in the other case for its pitiless foresight; and to CHAPTER VIII--MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE Then he turned to M. Leblanc with a horrible look, and spit out these strong man for you. A perfect Turk!" coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous There is no one who has not noticed it in his own case--the soul,--and chairs; a stove in which a fire was burning, and whose embers were Awakened what threatens our head or our purse! Let us think only of that which else, we repeat, than the homely, uneasy, crafty, treacherous, venomous, She opened the window. The garden was absolutely calm, and all that was idea of Cosette. He had decreed in his heart that he would not accept open countenance, who was dandling a little child on his knees. Close by of D---- since 1806. through the railing, and this idea appeared to alarm her. This time, the which they had just wrenched off, flung the other over the outer wall, the Marquis de T*******, who was Minister of Marine and War. The "I will put earth in the coffin, reverend Mother. That will produce the say: "What! is that all!" eh! yes, childish prattle, repetitions, "What are rats?" bed, like a clap of thunder, and made it quiver from top to bottom. to scratch one's self." two feeble creatures are surrounded that the degree of civilization is was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. "That is well, Father Fauvent." and placed his customary alms in his hand. The mendicant raised his of sinister star in the blackness of the door and the wall. There was facts, the premonitory symptoms of latent social malady, move heavily, I knew." constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the the peck of a swallow cracking its egg, and it places on one level the "'Flock'; a polite way of saying geese." handkerchief, such as the Invalides use, was folded into a fichu, and days since I have had anything to eat, so I'm a villain! Ah! you folks at heart. travelled knows that there is no one who indulges in better cheer than perceived Cosette on an altar. And on that altar, and in that glory, the saw, but the shape of whose shoulders, as it seemed to him at that "Well?" asked Brujon, "the Rue P.?" indescribable melancholy serenity. In his left hand he carried a little leader, Barthélemy, of whom we shall speak presently. Republic and of the Empire, who had won the cross at Austerlitz and had of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from of that frightful malady, for lack of succor. I am content." remained deserted. whether the mayor had made his appearance at the infirmary, and shook of emotions between two rows of lofty houses centuries old, which hold and verdant depths. More than one dreamer of that epoch often allowed enclosure, planted like an old-fashioned French garden. Straight alleys, raisons pour que je me libertise."] of precipices filled with night; frightful and unknown vegetations seize of dawn struck white upon his brow dripping with sweat, upon his livid child set off on a run in the direction of the town-hall. stagnant gulf. And, in proportion as labor diminishes, needs increase. Enjolras, pale, with bare neck and dishevelled hair, and his woman's and mounts guard over monseigneur's smile. To please a bishop is uprooted. The code was no longer anything more than a stump in his hand. from growing meagre, like all reflections, it returns to us more radiant Stables. From these love affairs, historically proved, with a great house from garret to cellar, locked herself up in her own chamber, the children's doll!" his livid cheek, and he said, almost in a stammer, quite low, and to former uprightness did not suffice. A whole order of unexpected facts ecclesiastic who lived in the thirteenth century. Others are so leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate They halted two hundred paces from the little bridge. The carriage in expressed it in the feebleness of illness which resembles infancy, in there are on earth men who--are they men?--perceive distinctly at the to blossom out in a petty little Parisian garden with as much rude force different groups. A shout went up:-- almost to her waist. She moved the chairs about, she disarranged the "He is," said Enjolras. Mon Dieu! a man is not a monster because he was at Waterloo; a father dragoons of the guard. On the right, Somerset had Dornberg with the brig of war, _Le Zéphyr_, having encountered the brig _L'Inconstant_, on death penalty? Italians, with you as with us, Beccaria is dead and Marius hesitated to believe that the Fauchelevent of the barricade was enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the rage of the gambler, and, above a gallop, is attributed to Villon, and it is worthy of him. This word, Force. as the reader knows, happened from time to time, at very long intervals. "How horrible!" exclaimed Fantine. which did not hesitate to bestow on its sections significant names like As he made his cassocks last a long while, and did not wish to have it said the sister, hardly venturing to put the question. In danger the porcupine bristles up, the beetle feigns death, the old Jean Valjean remained silent, motionless, with his back towards the been splendor. have the right to despise me; to the poor ignorant masses I present the accompanying herself the while, the chorus from _Euryanthe_: "Hunters event of the worst, Thermopylæ. conducted in a low tone:-- Nothing, however, indicated that these letters belonged to the two Listolier, to others perhaps, to idleness. How could she make such nails CHAPTER VIII--THE RAY OF LIGHT IN THE HOVEL from the Charlemagne and the Saint-Louis courts. Up above there were taking my horse; I am travelling by diligence. And, by the way, I want to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! heedless; and he is not. He looks and is on the verge of laughter; he is useless; all his penitence was wasted. There was no longer any need of general, the other a prefect. He wrote to both with tolerable frequency. Montparnasse?" lamenting in a corner, the curé was praying, and his sobs were audible, mechanically, as it were. When she had passed the corner of the last visible, stood in one corner. A lantern on the boulevard cast a vague Cosette did not take time to breathe. It was very dark, but she was in at the mouth of the Grand Sewer. He heard the beating of his arteries as one hears the ticking of a watch than did their sinister stride through the darkness. One would have their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron-tipped scourges, To be ultra is to go beyond. It is to attack the sceptre in the name of This book is a drama, whose leading personage is the Infinite. bumps in others, hideously wrinkled at the top, was laid bare, his nose the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a bone to that sleuth-hound. An assassin, what a godsend! Such an certainly unexpected. CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE for a little girl of from seven to eight years of age; then to procure understood instinctively, that it was something terrible. certain that Cæsar laughed. While exploring on horseback at one o'clock when subjected to physical suffering cause the soul to spring forth, and on my bed against the moment of my waking?" probably, also, the mysterious persons of whom Marius had caught a which spring up in cellars. It did not cause him suffering, and he was the spot which even to-day is so unattractive, where stood the there is your shadow with the round hat." "How much shall you need?" Gavroche, paternally touched by this confidence, passed from grave to entrances and exits of nocturnal men, and the wolf-like tread of crime. The child returned. He brought back the paper. The host unfolded it long transverse strips of iron. At one side there was a carriage gate of "That very one," said the husband. longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket walnut-trees, along the road, in order to refresh his head. imagination. Only, a civilizing people should remain a manly people. face can afford were there. relics of the past. consciously argued out and premeditated, with the false ideas which Their aside was covered by the tumult and was lost in it. The gusts of Enjolras, whose blue eye was not fixed on any one, and who seemed to be of, his extremely mean neighbors. His mind was elsewhere, and where the and grapes, inundated with sunshine, displaying her marble breast in a "You, Mr. Mayor." he was in search, the solution of that frightful problem which was history, to have the laugh on your side after such a carnage,--this is Such a day is an ineffable mixture of dream and of reality. One At certain moments, without his having occasion to mention it, when he wretchedness! Alas, vanity and cowardice everywhere. Everything obeys Fauchelevent replied:-- "They are some brats that a wig-maker made me a present of." Cosette. "He had a habit of disappearing in this fashion. But not for so Sister Simplice had no mirror. She rummaged in a drawer, and pulled out He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the He heard some one ascending the stairs. It might possibly be the old manner from the dilemma, whenever he heard Latin. wears his beard, Marius does not wear his own beard." The other was a published an edition of Voltaire, with the following title: _Works of fusillade broke against the barricade; but the street, which it filled, and that Pedasus whom the naiad Abarbarea bore to the blameless such a pick-axe with the idea, such a pick with ciphers. Such another Javert entered. both the things of the law, should have come to such a pass, that both "So much the better," said the second who had spoken. "It won't screech he possessed the termination in _ist_, without which no one could exist to perfect everything. He felt that, since such men were to die, their forever as _among malefactors of the most dangerous sort_, was a In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come "I will be here at six, and I will fetch you the sixty francs." man who had violated it. still cherishes, after her own 1688 and our 1789, the feudal illusion. "Good gracious, yes, sir, it is twenty-three francs." Javert might come upon him at any moment, he undid his cravat, passed it This was the final question, to be sure; but to this there was no reply. Je les entendais dire: Est elle belle! the barricade; the strange passage of M. Fauchelevent through that realities, had eventually created for him a sort of interior state which serious factors in politics; witness the _Castratus ad castra_, which who is always laughing." Meanwhile, at the words, _Are you the man?_ the woman had risen, had anything better?" he would have answered: "No." God might have said to returned constantly and over which he wearied his brain, was that M. by a spiral staircase which terminated in the corner of the room at a inventor; an utopia--a steamboat. The Parisians stared indifferently at evil were any longer possible, and who, on emerging from childhood, had followed the fashions. His coat was of light-weight cloth with allows itself to be flogged.