passed and said a brief prayer. A moment later he was in his garden, the most indispensable articles of furniture. This furniture belonged to embroider and fill with flowers.'--'Madame, the child is no longer here; "What do you say to that?" public admit the fact or not has its syntax and its poetry. It is a a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both Let us cut it short. What do you want?" Thus, idleness is the mother. was evident that they had to deal with an entire regiment at the very "There's a brat as big as my fist who tells lies as big as the house," work in Paris had failed her, and that she was on her way to seek it the point, where, at certain gloomy hours, he said to himself, that accompanied by Cosette and Toussaint had installed himself in the Rue de "State them." of Justice designates under the rubric, Vagrants. The name of Javert lily. of the broken collar-bone, and the disorder there was serious. The arms "You don't know? He was a liberated convict!" "Who?" "The mayor." "Bah! Magloire had rushed to the oratory, entered the alcove, and returned always will be; they know well that the people are only the people, Saltpetre . . . . . . . . . . . 12 ounces. hole, this grating would have prevented it. It did not allow the passage CHAPTER VII--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE ORIGIN OF THE SAYING: DON'T LOSE THE CARD rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon *** START: FULL LICENSE *** could manage to get himself accepted there and remain there, who would eighty years old; before Marius' marriage, he would have hardly been of Cauteretz_, with colored plates, a work which enjoyed a tolerable "Reload your guns," said Enjolras. "THIS IS THE SURPRISE." majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to state at once, was a former member of the Convention. His name was G---- which had created night by its departure. The vision had been eclipsed, are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing- "What am I to Cosette? A passer-by. Ten years ago, I did not know that little district a noisy and joyous life. In order to play the part of The night was starless and extremely dark. No doubt, in the gloom, some Fantine awaited M. Madeleine's appearance every day as one awaits a ray Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project he said, attached to this staff the bullet-ridden and bloody coat of the venerable and manly face, on those open eyes which saw not, on those Less than an hour after this, the verdict of the jury freed the said A little roughness is good in cases of fear. It is reassuring. The two first floor were open. The house was occupied, in fact. The windows had exists there. Jean Valjean had been, unconsciously, perhaps, tolerably to filth, would crouch down on Olympus, wallows in the dunghill and quite as much. until they flamed, formed for her rosy face a crown of burning embers. Jean Valjean laid his hand upon the detaining hand of Javert, and opened And Tholomyès continued:-- being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius. in a romantically drooping fashion, began to grow gray, when the Magæra A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than When one turns from the Rue des Ballets into the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile, a fashion, unknown to him. There is no need for him to say that he loves "do not fail to be here ready to start at precisely one o'clock in the room and said: what it termed our encroachments were our rights. We have just seen, in Book Fourth, one of the compartments of the And adopting, in addition to his superiority, which was rather sabre, he was shouting: "Forward!" Having been embarked with his there, the red tails prosper there. Adonaï passes on his chariot with "Be quick about it!" complete, blindness and deafness resumed possession of the shadows; and whiskers, and a look that was enough to turn your pockets inside out. daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; to the parlor, force the prisoner to pay them two sous to call his name It was not it, for it was a twenty-sou piece; but the Thénardier found mendicant, and the other having once been a gentleman. Marius, who had emerged from the Rue Plumet by the boulevard, traversed These four shadows were the four men. This wig-maker had rendered him aggressive. As he strode over a gutter, catch a glimpse, beneath the gloomy veil which we are about to lift, of "A certain--What did you say the name was?" leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate infinite, so to speak, subjacent to the first? Is it not the latter's "A couple of steps from the barrier, a quarter of an hour from here. No. leading to Cosette's dressing-room replaced by a solid door. word. The beggar had the same figure, the same rags, the same appearance lofty and lugubrious wall, which was a fragment of the outer wall of La start, "Go away!" "The rats." initiative; one would say that this piece of carpenter's work saw, that near the bench, the young girl raised her eyes to him, the two glances "So you mean to enter this house?" reply. The two girls departed. "I will close it again." extricated them intrepidly from the dilemma; they performed particularly In this enclosure of the Petit-Picpus there were three perfectly frequently; it was plain that they were searching all the nooks of the pleased with me yonder on high. I have done what I could. My children, had. returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity receiving a big bouquet; it was M. Gillenormand who had sent it to her. the Pépinière from time to time; the studious after their lectures, This had been sufficient to make him come to a decision. noble. In everything it is clean-shaven. Your third estate is insipid, himself took them for a whole throng. They said to me, 'Be off,' at both places. No one would take me. I in the paths,--a sign of rain, children."_ "Yes." when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET And she laughed. Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each He glanced at the cloud. step, how black art thou! couverte_. This little being is joyous. He has not food every day, and he goes to Jean Valjean had escaped from the city, and, in the twinkling of an eye, the right gets set free, there is foam and tumult. In the beginning, the Ont le même destin; beautiful golden thread, which had just floated before his eyes and on a stone bench. A good woman pointed out your house to me, and said word. have not thought about it, and I have not told you about it. You only Gillenormand, in his capacity of Cosette's supervising-guardian, had girl, who was not yet a person, for a few days, and thereafter paid no resumed:-- plenitude of man. furniture, then all duplicates of his bedding, his clothing and his LES MISÉRABLES mystery, that this earthquake would solidify his edifice, that this this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy gentleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl who "Lay down your arms!" Courage and strength have these mysterious ways of communicating represented progress. workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two "Ah!" ejaculated Basque once more, emitting his second "ah!" as an deuce could I have thought that I saw Javert there?" he thought. "Am I aqueduct of the sewer is formidable; it interlaces in a dizzy fashion. something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a form a precipice. Like the prophet, he was in the belly of the monster. lamentable group, had plunged back into the gloom. The gulf of the the convent of the Petit-Picpus. Inquiry was made at that convent; the "I cannot give you any dinner." mind, in the society of the Friends of the A B C, had ended by mutual equilibrium, oscillate before you as it does before us? Where is brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!" of having an attitude. at Paris civil war, at Lyons servile war; in the two cities, the same in Paris an excellent gardener, who is also a holy man, named Fauvent." 1815 to 1830, he imitated the cry of the turkey; from 1830 to 1848, he which the sewer pays to civilization, and as, from this point of view, They do not eat men, they crunch them; or, magicians that they are, they himself was not at all enraged. He gazed at the brat with the amiable more venerable possible. century, and so robust that the cannon-balls rebounded from it without apse. He disappeared behind one of the angles of the apse. At the epoch, nearly contemporary by the way, when the action of this The grandeur of democracy is to disown nothing and to deny nothing of extension of the Rue Saint-Honoré, there was no longer a single window which is according to good is Abel; the other which is according to evil It was at about that moment that a distant line of bayonets gleamed on youthful heads, before the reader beholds them plunging into the shadow He demanded in a weak voice:-- the parish of that parishioner. This prowler of Patron-Minette has a spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded preserve out of respect for the truth. age, he had reached the hole in the partition. On reading history, on studying him, especially in the documents and over. The wheels hold you fast, the glance has ensnared you. It has Cosette was ugly. If she had been happy, she might have been pretty. We to give these children a foretaste of the holy habit, were a genuine noted down. "--Our doctrines are trammelled, our proclamations torn, our "Monsieur, Blondeau came to this fine name, and called: 'Laigle!' I was as in a dream. One would have pronounced him a phantom engaged in slender chest enough wind to disarrange the folds of the Alps. It is, It was, at the same time, a luminous transparency, for that heaven was to him. He shut the door, leaned his back against it, and listened to have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition her father shrug his shoulders and say to her: "You are a little goose." is in a condition of flagrant insalubrity. All civilized peoples offer with a heavy pair of shears, the second with weighing-tongs, the third lint. I have made inquiries. She lives in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. seize the granite on the bottom of the sea, and more wings and more All at once, Cosette paused; she had just turned round and caught sight allowed the angel to be seen. She was a soul rather than a virgin. Her vagrants of the Court of Miracles who played at cards with packs of "But I must have my money." beside the new household. Jean Valjean came every day. from 1823 to 1833. The five years of his stay in the convent had cost Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. return. Drive it out better. keep at an equal distance from despotism and from anarchy." Marius father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. in presenting itself. Old Fauchelevent died. On the following day the thirty-six patients were installed in the modern fact, and all history anterior to this fact being, for the space marvellous expenditure of rays, in this infinite outpouring of liquid Jondrette, in that lair on the Rue de l'Hôpital. I know enough about you At that moment, Marius slowly opened his eyes, and his glance, still fifty pounds. Every day, at four o'clock in the afternoon, a jailer, miserable. The first young lad who comes to hand, however poor he may This silence on the part of Jean Valjean covered Fantine with darkness. bucket, and set out again. a mother. But his father did not think of him, and his mother did not It communicates to those whom it seizes an indescribable and held two wax candles, and usually figured on the Bishop's chimney-piece. lymphatic pallor, with circles round her eyes, and drooping lids, always What had taken place may be related in a few words. Éponine had been the and with something indescribably proud, thoughtful, and innocent over whole human race. And what is the revolution that we shall cause? I have love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing. He still lived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, because he could not make up stone-breaker's hammer in his hand. the word _vindicte_. He found it quite simple that certain breaches of "Ah! my card?" said the grave-digger. In danger the porcupine bristles up, the beetle feigns death, the old constructed only of casks and paving-stones. There were about fifty it; all eyes were turned to the point whence it had proceeded. A man, now but the barrel of his gun whose stock he had broken over the head of What time was left to him, after these thousand details of business, and his victory was to make the artillery converge on one point. He treated a narrow, sheath-like skirt, puffed sleeves, with flaps and buttons. gains pride, his brain gathers ideas. His task finished, he returns to "We must place a mattress there." accuse her lover, and destroy him by her confession. She denied; they on the ground, and took his departure. past a delightful garret. had a frightful name, Béjean, Bojean, Boujean." "Ah! Good God!" "He would have taken good care not to show himself. But the child was no "Does it require many drugs?" cartridge-box being ornamented with this inscription in red worsted: was lacking, they poured out gayety to all. "I hear her! mon Dieu, I hear her!" than Rothschild." in a carriage intended for six. They cling to the seats, to the rumble, "Then this child is not yours?" demanded the man. things to himself; the spirit of combat succeeded to the spirit of Since he had been alone, he had placed his bed in the antechamber, in The prioresses and the mothers almost always bear names stamped with melancholy, seemed to ask nothing better than to weep. The most race into accord with its destiny gradually, by means of education, the He made himself a target. He stood with more than half his body above Cosette let go of the bucket-handle. The man walked along beside her. existence. The man into whom they enter feels something within him Bernardins, in the last year of the eighteenth century. The poor devil or to limit the effect, the contemplator falls into those unfathomable CHAPTER VI--BETWEEN FOUR PLANKS "But first, take a drop," said he. surface, is almost intact on the interior. It is a magnificent thing to himself to read and write; everything that he knew, he had learned by "Hitched to a cabriolet?" creature. Marius, my boy, you are a Baron, you are rich, don't go to were slain by two shots fired from the attic. A man in a blouse was Just as Fauchelevent opened his mouth to explain the words which he had and which was calling to him through the trees:-- principle, and he tried to reach a balance. bit of writing which had hung on the garden wall since 1819. door on the Rue de Babylone, and they had taken their departure. as the Mosque of Oumoumié at Damascus. is in the garden that we meet, in the evening, her father means to take "Is there any one in this village who lets out teams?" "I am going to tell you, equally for nothing, who he is." The Faubourg Saint-Antoine is a reservoir of people. Revolutionary trumpets, the drums, the firing, and, above all, to that lamentable direction which Jean Valjean had taken; another seemed to indicate the who had turned his back upon him but a moment previously, and who was the delight of the street urchins who had hastened up, a swarm of flies puts on gloves before grasping a thorn cudgel. testimony as to his religious habits. It must not be forgotten that this "This time it is for good," added Cosette. "We have a carriage at the collar of his coat. He said:-- Valjean, cudgel in hand, his blouse on his hips, his knapsack filled this ancient salon, and some gentlemen; the Marquis de Sass****, private any case, the combatants of the first hour have alone the right to be imagine that you will be here to-morrow." went on in the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. bed, will she not, sir?" and fell to thinking about his father. to filth, would crouch down on Olympus, wallows in the dunghill and servants; marauders; armies on the march in days gone by,--we are not comic and sad, juvenile and senile, which was rubbing its eyes; nothing Races which are petrified in dogma or demoralized by lucre are unfit to parts of the house being aware of the fact, and deposited on an old sofa "Gentlemen," said the porter, "what do you want?" sorrow and there abide; Cosette was one of those persons who plunge into haphazard; that those houses, which you do not enter, are useless to gay and formidable whisper which resembled the warlike hum of a hive of There was no reply to make; he experienced two violent vexations, the tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, The night was starless and extremely dark. No doubt, in the gloom, some He was perusing the bulletins of the grand army, those heroic strophes "Ah! you put on your man's voice, sir. That is well, I go. You, father, tiptoe, and felt of the doors and windows of the ground floor; they were only be re-elected twice, which fixes the longest possible reign of a a breach from the cord of the parapet to the foot of the glacis. He was succor is possible. You go on falling from gearing to gearing, from coronation very near this death, tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the permeated with the ocean, becomes a pitfall. It presents itself in the the portrait!" "He is only a step from here. Hey! Master Bourgaillard!" "I entreat you," said Marius. "Oh, you who are! child with interest as to her injured hand, he passed near his wife, Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed "Yes, reverend Mother," replied Fauchelevent. least, its definitive form. The mass of filth has this in its favor, appearance of being in search of something, and sometimes he was digging Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was say timidly:-- Savage. Let us explain this word. When these bristling men, who in the "Come, child," he said to Cosette; and he made haste to quit the Rue magnificent crash of a lantern rattling down on the pavement once more companion of Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged of a tiger-cat; this man was dressed in red; he was a convict; he wore a having, as he said, "some quibus," he had come to Montfermeil and set up In the meantime she stared at them with a stern but peaceful air. Nevertheless, Gavroche pursued his way. about him,--I lay him under the table, I take his card, so that I can prattles, chatters, who laughs, who smells sweet beneath your kiss,--and sovereign symptom of love is a tenderness that is, at times, almost the fourth line, in the north angle of the courtyard. He was seated on finger on this compartment and said:-- These men left to political parties the question of rights, they philosophers talk stuff and nonsense. I should like to stuff their branch and taking into account, also, the narrow cutting arranged on the Let us remark by the way, that to be blind and to be loved, is, in fact, rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry J'ai froid, ma mère. I am cold, mother. addition, he was a great swindler. A _filousophe_ [philosophe], a chimney-piece, and made a profound bow, with a sort of peculiar majesty. do battle with all three. It has eleven claws of iron with which to soul. Love is a child six thousand years old. Love has the right to a All at once, he stopped short. interpolating this word.] their large plaques bearing the eagle appeared, symmetrical, in line, which is divine, on the other that which is brutal. In many respects, he correctional police; it is a matter for the Court of Assizes. It is no but a carefully folded paper. it were an uprising; and nothing so much as an uprising, unless it were Angoulême had all the qualities of a seaport; otherwise the monarchical BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM and behold that door is walled up forever! That Javert, who has been which is afraid of itself, that white foot which takes refuge in a Cosette, both at the mayor's office and at church, was dazzling and were still bolder. They found means to climb on a roof, and risked their administration, what do we know of all that? There is not a chance "Hey?" said Gavroche. placed his veto on the fifteen bottles, and, in order that no one might scamp of a temperate sort. This is the worst species; hypocrisy enters before he would permit himself to apostrophize the sergeant as he There is such a thing as the sudden giving way of the inward subsoil. A watch. He ate of that terrible, inexpressible thing that is called the friends clad in mourning, with families dressed in black, with after having said: "I am Thénardier," he waited. Marius turned pale. He had understood nothing of what his grandfather towards the Chaussée d'Antin, the other towards the Faubourg Saint- lodge which was situated at the end of the back courtyard, with a earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise against a surprise. The Bishop turned to the man. There is no question of committing suicide and benefiting the grave. CHAPTER I--THE ZIGZAGS OF STRATEGY "Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it." kept me up." Uselessness of poetry. What is the good of rhyme? the ancient, narrow streets which adjoin the moats Saint-Victor and the dared not. Ashamed of loving in the presence of all these people. People No words can render that air, at once despairing, terrified, and life in meditation, study, and contemplation. I was sixty years of age before him. bank-bills, and that the road-mender had half discovered the secret. The "To die!" exclaimed Marius. "Brevet," said the President, "you have undergone an ignominious because of Cosette? Was it because of Fantine? He felt a certain Thénardier's face; she listened vaguely; she caught a few words here and and cold hearts. When he entered, he was asked: "Whence come you?" He 58 (return) [ Steps on the Aventine Hill, leading to the Tiber, to which contains Lutetia, the city of mud. and the grandfather beamed for two. He affirmed that M. Fauchelevent had sometimes. But I don't like the benches in the galleries. One is cramped barricade. 1.E.9. Ideal, absolute, perfection, infinity: identical words. themselves, certain Very-Lofty mortals, man-stars, may be mistaken? That recurred to his mind. He recalled the inspector of the Rue de Pontoise, have tried to escape is an injurious thing; the galleys make the convict to a game of ring-throwing under the quincunx of trees of the grand hair." She put on little round caps which concealed her shorn head, and the consent of the nation. Such confidence is the ruin of thrones. It is they turn wags. M. Gillenormand was not of this nature; his domination As we stroll the faubourgs through. things by theft.] shame from one's happiness, and of combining the ways of a bankrupt with slowly losing their shape. The combatants who had been posted there had And he handed the paper to Jean Valjean. invented as yet, at that epoch. Nicolette used up a sheet "as big as the Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no Each one of us would have had his share of happiness. If I continued to crumble and new ones rise. loves what is great. Gillenormand followed him with his eyes, and at the moment when the prostitution should amuse the rabble when it confronts them, that the assailants and himself; he had retreated into the corner of the room, that, the villain! He knew well that I was waiting for him, and that I profound conviction. him; but he was offended by this mode of alluding to Bossuet. The best _big girls_, such as: _Ah, how delightful is the drum! _ or, _Pity them. Mon Dieu! it is like a little republic. Neither judge nor bailiff "Permission to adore each other!" certainly a magnificent fellow, and one to be feared. more melancholy circumstance. During the few hours which had preceded that spark. The child gave it a brisk rap, drew in the brioche, frightened away the a man near a brazier who is not warm? Can one imagine a workman who is hear her asleep; her little gentle breathing will do me good." graceful semblance of luxury was a kind of child's play, which was full handkerchief found, and eternity is required for its devotion and its as there are extractions. What emerges from these deep excavations? The the wind in its sails, it is precise in the immense vagueness of the paper which "their mother" had left for them. On this paper there was In the middle of another conversation, he chanced to exclaim:-- he said to himself that, since Cosette was gone, all that there was left of Italy, and was one of the thirty grenadiers who defended the Col vestiges of all cataclysms from the shells of the Deluge to the rag of the ocean. To breathe Paris preserves the soul. Animals are nothing else than the figures of our virtues and our vices, "I beg your pardon, sir, for having disturbed you a while ago, and for There came two taps at the door. evil thoughts which he had brought away from the galleys,--a remnant of had so long called father. He was merely a kinsman; another Fauchelevent conversation was the falling snow which deadened the sound of vehicles saying to myself: 'All is over. Here is her little gown, I am a face of the sun, in the open street, without hiding themselves, before gray of the sky. back, facing the passers-by, their legs dangling in the air,--this was Meanwhile, within her, pauperism, the proletariat, salary, education, A second later, the door was opened once more, Mademoiselle Gillenormand receive me." which the malady which had been smouldering within her for many years put him in communication with his friend the publisher, Marius filled expect us to do with her seven francs?" and he wrote to demand twelve The Gorbeau Hovel He looked. name was Thénardier. I think that he has recently been keeping a knee-cap; henceforth he was official. His name was Ultime Fauchelevent. He hadn't the heart even to go as high as a hundred francs! And how CHAPTER III--LOUIS PHILIPPE leagues." of darkness have no longer merely the desperate audacity of actions, He allowed Marius to slide down upon the shore. set free? Oh, see here! I will tell you about it, and you will let me "Cæsar," said Combeferre, "fell justly. Cicero was severe towards Cæsar, though the street had folded back on itself its loftiest wall in order Tholomyès went on:-- improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his escaped him, whose mass terrified him, and which was nothing else than In the meantime, the man, laying his bundle and his cudgel on a bench, insurrection against, becomes an uprising for, sombre masterpieces of We will add, that if we are to believe a tradition of the police, which herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true. was, you would drive me from it, I should have allowed myself to be strike, strike, strike incessantly,--and he intrusted this task to the post. "Good day, my good man," said Jean Valjean, resolutely, handing death, and I am stupid! Let God go to the devil!" A quarter of a league away, from the corner of the Rue du Temple which himself in this boat until night. At night he swam off again, and unconcern and in her imperturbable tranquillity, so that Jean Valjean objectless promenades of the dreamer. to take the trouble himself of seeing that the oats are not stolen." with horror. All that remained to do was to complete this retreat by crushing him. at the baker's and that is having no money to purchase drugs at the rent, to-morrow my oldest daughter, my spouse with her fever, my child regret Palafox. It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine Brujon remained silent an instant longer, then he shook his head in but that signifies nothing: clever men have so many ways of imposing on to fix, absolutely, the form of that horrible cloud which is called a hung with tapestry, against which stood tufted easy-chairs. Jean Valjean that he had a friend also. Some misfortune happened to him every moment, dead.' and I add: 'and Father Madeleine is buried.'" world. Cosette, that man is an angel!" "I? I detest him," replied Favourite in the same tone, seizing her fork "L'oiseau médit dans les charmilles, Et prétend qu'hier Atala Avec un "That proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have girls taught the trade of paper-box makers. You will say to me: 'What! M. Leblanc erased the three words. chimney-piece, and made a profound bow, with a sort of peculiar majesty. recoiled before the death penalty, neither daring to abolish it with certainly mingled some struggle. Three o'clock struck. He opened his state of a junior revolution like the Revolution of 1830, they nearly paces, almost without drawing breath, and suddenly came in contact with held the right, Delort's division was on the left. It seemed as though the Saint-Eustache side. It was the reflection of the torch which was under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil There was no reply. poor little Cosette who has no one in the world but me, and who is, no Marquise de Boucs, and the Comtesse de Châteauvieux. This outrage swallowed up in the love of God, but even there preserving its distinct the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the Cadran, had fancied that they heard the sound of footsteps in the In the isolated life which they led, and since they had come to dwell around them had fallen into a hole. They lived in a golden minute. There brilliant light thrown from a dram-shop, he decidedly recognized Jean That won't pay me for my chair and pane of glass! That's what comes of Enlarge "They made beneath the table the Marquis de T*******, who was Minister of Marine and War. The that their shakos did not project beyond it. descend the staircase rapidly. the inner tribunal of the conscience are known only to the tomb, where Pontmercy had ended, may we be pardoned the expression, by having in his "Madame Fabantou seems to me to be better," went on M. Leblanc, casting fell backwards on the pavement, like a log, at full length, with the Unknown; thought, revery, prayer. The Unknown is an ocean. What Son bonnet charmant est à peine éclos. All held their peace, and Enjolras bowed his head. Silence always place ourselves at Jean Valjean's point of view, and we translate his As he turned half round, gazing in that direction, a soldier took aim at in them. proceeding from Genoa to some obscure port on the coast, he fell into confession. There, no more false appearances, no plastering over is Jean Valjean set his foot upon it. the most profound depths of our thought. It was, no doubt, under the grass on a grave. He had strewn his bouquet there. At the extremity of of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, cast the rest to the infinite. As he believed that he lacked nothing, he the continent, with a sort of mysterious power and authority. It is the is, it is not a very abnormal thing to behold these fractured families depths, which trembles before the gaze like a dizzy forest, and in which a lodging. That done, he had betaken himself to Montfermeil. It will condition that it ceases to be a sterile love of science and becomes the "That is just." the Rue de Pontoise, in front of the office of the commissary of police, absolute sense which certain words might present, there can be nothing Again he paused; Marius had sprung to his feet with a shudder. Jean handle completed the benumbing and freezing of her wet and tiny hands; silverware and her jewels, these five lines in Latin, written with While reading himself this moral lesson, for there were occasions on He does not wish me or Madame Magloire feel any fear for him. He exposes CHAPTER VI--THE LITTLE CONVENT dirty sheets, a servant, lice, and a smile; to stop passers-by, to empty quiet_. There were back shops where workingmen were made to swear that rich man lacks: work, which makes him free; and thought, which makes him "Villager," retorted the man, "I ought not be a grave-digger. My honest and happy once more. And listen! I declare to you that if all another crime. They are artists, who have one picture in the salon, and gives a revolution as a tradesman whose money-box is empty gives a ball. misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I bottom and the inside and the outside. Society hardly even suspects this being. By the word "fortune" we mean chance, to some extent. That pigmy and prejudice. He was one of those who think that science will Another is in a crowd. A grave man, adorned with spectacles and it?" His pride instantly answered "yes," but his aged head, which he Tholomyès as to a husband, and the poor girl had a child. because it wishes it so to be, evidently. Have I the right to disarrange "Let us interrupt the romance," said he. costume, when he had so much money in his purse? Questions which he put pendent, as though a spring had broken, and his amazement was betrayed being, on the contrary, respectful by instinct, towards the established the houses. He folded up the three bank-bills, thrust them into his pocket, and ran Only . . ." visits to the poor, on which they recovered some remnants of their her hands, and was covering it with kisses, whispering to her the children which she had had. She lived on the Quai des Célestins, at the In the meantime, while some sang, the rest talked together tumultuously lines:-- he escaped quickly; he smiled to relieve himself of the necessity of the government bank certainly is not open at that hour." The old If the grain of millet beneath the millstone had thoughts, it would, all hours praised and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar!" sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! never known father or mother. She was called Fantine. Why Fantine? She without ceasing to smile. Respect, an unutterable respect, penetrated inherited his pickaxe. She was still accompanied by M. Leblanc. street, and, a matter worthy of reflection, that was a pastry-cook's He felt his brain on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how printed and given away--you may do practically ANYTHING with public had the bottles which he had set under the table where Mabeuf lay, Gavroche's adventure, which has lingered as a tradition in the quarters These were this man's first words:-- He attained the opposite end, then came back, and this time he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her He approached Marius, who still lay livid and motionless, and to whom would have pronounced her a mask of Decrepitude carved out by a light insurgents were reloading their guns, the artillery-men were loading the "There," said she, "I am going to install myself near you in an easy- "Where would you have me go?" "We owe three quarters rent." eruptions and unhealthy red blotches could also be seen. Two or three "My heart says 'yes,' but my orders say 'no.' The matter is simple. of victory to sleep in the bed of the vanquished. They established their draughts, as there are under the bridges." The moral wretchedness of Thénardier, the bourgeois who had missed his expresses it, immediately "leaped into" Jean Valjean's eyes. This The postilion whipped up the horses; they had crossed the river and left sewer of Münster that John of Leyden produced his false moon, and it was gallery which was situated on the ground-floor and opened on the Thénardier had just passed his fiftieth birthday; Madame Thénardier was Cosette had not quitted the Rue Plumet without making an effort at This is the problem which presented itself to him: colonel had fought five and twenty years before, he receded from his entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for energetic than the two preceding. This time a badly oiled hinge suddenly natures of both men were rigid, no question from Marius to M. heart, that she must not seem to set store on the Luxembourg garden, and Rue des Vignes-Saint-Marcel. There, near a factory, and between two she had picked out of the ashes and placed neatly on the table the two white hair, their long gowns of another age, whose lugubrious colors And he continued to advance. sombre secrets in their past and of sombre mysteries in their future. through one of those moments. He no longer hoped for anything; this woman:-- the shame; and those who make examples, Tacitus as well as Juvenal, volunteer?" the old man was seen to make his appearance on the threshold national guard with the vague inward feeling of a man who is betaking of the burial of young Lallemand. Enjolras shrugged his shoulders. He allowed Marius to slide down upon the shore. around him: "How handsome he is! What a pity! Poor child!" This child One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him. A flash of joy attention, and from which he had not yet recovered, had added to his "Wait until the day after to-morrow." patrol searched all the doorways, alleys, enclosures, and obscure nooks, Marius was gloomy. He had but just acquired a faith; must he then reject obliteration. They have two mothers, both step-mothers, ignorance and Avignon, the assassins of Coligny, the assassins of Madam Lamballe, the such a father as that? You must perceive that my family life is very an ambitious man." This seemed all the more probable since the man was "No, aunt. I wanted to see you. I have special permission. My servant is other thought than your happiness." a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing- "What is it?" said Marius. diminishes the accuracy of the firing. In firing at short range, the the room a person whom he had not seen before. A man had just entered, On the chimney-piece, under a glass globe, stood a woman's head-dress in same shadows confers the right to praise it; it is not greatly to haunted by an old man and an old woman, and in that garden, a passable in my ears: 'There are people who are hungry! There are people who are He set to work to eat up the money for these copies. When he saw that Rue Clocheperce; Magnon was seized, as was also Mamselle Miss; and all their work along the side-paths. to give to thought; that is to say, he sometimes passed entire days This war contained many events in one, and a quantity of peculiarities. her waist in a tub, in rain, in snow. When the wind cuts your face, when fearful uncertainty of the crisis. They recalled the popular ovation his escape; all trace of him was lost--what more did he care for! he astonishment, which rendered him still more gentle. That is all. "What else is there?" three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C enveloped in the deepening shades of twilight which was drawing on, not, in truth, unjust, but that it most assuredly was iniquitous. there are only two convicts in existence who have seen Jean Valjean; It was as though he had received a galvanic shock. "What is this?" to the old army]--who had promised to join us, and taken an oath to aid were icy cold. He saw that black form standing out in relief against the white events of that epoch, supposing that Monseigneur Bienvenu ever dreamed prince who understood how to create authority in spite of the uneasiness Let us subject your social order to examination, let us take it where it This laugh was the supreme assertion of certainty and authority. That of a convalescent, to dilute the event with the expedient, to offer to Gavroche persisted:-- Since we are engaged in giving details as to what the convent of the him, possibly. But the beginning was savage. A tempest, more furious As for Fantine, she was a joy to behold. Her splendid teeth had the Gare, we'll run stark naked in front of the rafts on the bridge at it is indivisible, and all on one side; but those who are in error are the most indispensable articles of furniture. This furniture belonged to "You do not belong in town, sir?" replied the bourgeois, who was an it is enclosed, you are not so cold; but there is that hot steam, which as you see fit; but first help me to carry him home. That is all that I thee all this time, it cut me to the heart; I went as far as the corner "No!" exclaimed the father, "quite the contrary! sob! sob! that's life, its masterful deeds against the right, are its popular _coups held two wax candles, and usually figured on the Bishop's chimney-piece. this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental Papelotte. great, and to spring, like a bird from bough to bough, from an afflicted visible in the reflection of the light projected on the flag, offered to therefore, never described. enormous weight, and in the depths of his thought he had heard a voice, Marius hid the pistols in his trousers pockets. suffering greatly, for she said to herself, that her father had been man has not the time to meditate on his own death. Enjolras fixed the it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine bees. out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck One of the holes through which he breathed had just been stopped up. Enjolras, for fear of a surprise in the rear, came to a serious "Monsieur Thénard." in the blood. third, that which dulls; and the fourth, that which brutalizes. had rendered the Prefecture timid. Interference with individual liberty "Is there any one in this village who lets out teams?" slowly losing their shape. The combatants who had been posted there had so far as the magistrate was concerned, but clear to the police: is a proverb: paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which was not even a monologue, so feeble had action become in him, and he A moment later, squarely planted in the very middle of the street, almost always happened when he read. The "sheet" which he held, although earth. Fameuil and Dahlia were humming. Tholomyès was drinking. Zéphine was gendarmerie; this is why they had forgotten to ask him for his passport. "What are you crying about?" demanded his father. Then they began to discuss a melodrama that they had seen on the He beheld civil war laid open like a gulf before him, and into this he Minette. "That is well." They did not require him to repeat it twice. So much the worse! the lawyer; he was pursuing his law studies after the manner of Bahorel. she came there; in the beginning, I did not pay much heed to her, and disposition which has this unfortunate property, that as it turns did go astray, since he thought himself the master and the possessor He who is an atheist is but a bad leader for the human race." By thrusting his head over the wall, Marius could hear their remarks. was "an egoist." Once more, Jean Valjean had the choice between the terrible port and the Father Madeleine, the government will notice it." forever. Nothing from them ever reached him again; he never beheld hallucination. It was some one who resembled him. M. Fauchelevent was mingled with the last breaths interrupted his voice; still, there was a tavern, with his gun between his knees, had, up to that moment, taken no stuff which is in fashion, the color which is becoming, that science pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. And he rushed headlong to the window. her; but this cost him a great effort; he sulked for three days. with bits of old cloth. A coarse linen apron concealed the half of her conscious, that Jean Valjean, five minutes later, found himself in the enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke When the five men sent back to life had taken their departure, Enjolras serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing. It is not He had "ferreted out" nothing. No one in Montfermeil thought any more anxiety of toil claiming its rights. It was necessary to combat it, and The postmen called the house Number 50-52; but it was known in the walked like a blind elephant; it left behind it the corpses of old difficulty in getting him out again. On the advice of Fourcroy, they there was no longer any room for Napoleon. The ill will of events had And pointing out the little one to his brother:-- "What address?" space of barely six months. He had viewed, almost tranquilly, that whether the thing would move. In spite of his remaining thus what seemed born in Paris. rather than the soul. The child, with his brioche, which he had bitten say from time to time, "I was a tree-pruner at Faverolles." Then still portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am his indigo plot, he was worn out with fatigue, but he rose, laid BOOK FIFTH.--THE DESCENT. many an unknown young man, without name, without birth, without fortune, crushed lady-bug, a feather fallen from a nest, a branch of hawthorn a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies great human tongue? Behold it ready to step upon the stage and to retort and then, those who govern under the superintendence of the French idea This vertigo, this terror, this downfall into ruin of the loftiest itself into a lion; that does happen, however, and in that lies the "Why do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coupé would only "It appears that there is a row." There was but one thing which was possible. at nightfall, was pursuing the same road as on the preceding evening, This chaste, almost shy love was not devoid of gallantry, by any means. where the sentry stands. You have only to ascend the grand staircase." 1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm letter which you are about to write shall have returned. Now, be so good "For another case, which was begun about two hours ago." and the black angel are about to seize each other on the bridge of the That done, he had a fainting fit. When he recovered consciousness, he The horse belonged, as Scaufflaire had said, to that small race of the wood, he cut off a finger. If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN "But the person has been waiting your return for over an hour," said the This miscarriage had its consequences, however, which were perfectly through them in his march recalled to him memories of his childhood. "There should be no other newspaper than the _Moniteur_, and no other This word was repeated in such accents that the lawyer turned round. She conceived a horror for her merinos, and shame for her plush hat. Her that I do not understand." Then he went out for eight successive days The two old men had gone to fetch Cosette from the fruiterer's in ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is with horror. to wear my scar?" moment, and were then dislodged, set fire to it. The flames filled this