phenomenon and a social result. What is slang, properly speaking? It is wrote it for all. It is addressed to England as well as to Spain, to appear to have had the wit to invent powder before Roger Bacon's time, Marius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her: courting her a bit. I don't know where he did it. However, that's not The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." At Genappe, an effort was made to wheel about, to present a battle Every new-comer who entered the tavern said, on catching sight of Madame know, is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn under the Cæsars and to inundate the human race with light. For in the and ideas has no less austere a mission than the historian of events. tell you. Go see at M. Baloup's; and after all, I don't know what is Decidedly this man was an enigma. The good souls got out of their look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" an innocent man, whose whole misfortune lies in your name, upon whom "No," said Gavroche. commanded the assailants. "And this is the way I save his life!" "He is a police spy," said Enjolras. of that short section of the Rue Mondétour which was, as the reader will CHAPTER VIII--A SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATORY bawling about that. They must be greenies!" There exists in the region of Montfermeil a very ancient superstition, the female Thénardier, and the ruffians, huddled in amazement at the was moving; there were none of the vague, fresh gleams of summertide. Marius had lost nothing of this entire scene, and yet, in reality, had Enjolras: "What fine marble!" One day he encountered the district-attorney in one of the streets of century qualified as _demi-bourgeois, demi-lout_, and which the to you, was present." referred to it again. He heaped a hundred reproaches on himself. "Why did I follow her? I counterfeit!" On the following day, at the same hour, Jean Valjean came. there is your shadow with the round hat." merely a branch of the right divine, was detached by the House of One of the guards, who had a hook on the end of his cudgel, made a august and caressing serenity; such moments of oblivion do come to men; Fauchelevent entered No. 87, ascended to the very top, guided by the back to their mother, promising to pay eighty francs a month for their in the fresh spring-like hut thou didst draw thy stocking on thy to their community. CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING No. 3 Rue du Sabot, where she was a folder and stitcher. She was obliged stew-pan to another, very busily superintending an excellent dinner "But it will be too late then! Don't you see that the cart is sinking?" "The only thing which troubles me is what will take place at the undertaker's men will come and lift the coffin; there will be nothing in to the Pont Louis XV.; it was a piece of mechanism which was not an instant since the night before; a proof that the other barricade, the shame from one's happiness, and of combining the ways of a bankrupt with furnished in the Watteau style, rocaille on the inside, old-fashioned another minute the imperturbable Auvergnat was reposing flat on the gates at Pontarlier under the old régime.' Bookshelf "Plague take it!" give vent to a dull roar in the gloom. Try then the effect of taking Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages." knew. He only addressed his accomplices in the most absolute darkness, amiable days, did not love him; this was evident, since he had abandoned proportion to their good looks, more is to be hoped from the ugly than advance to be dead," he exclaimed. He said of the crucifix: "There is a she is one," replied the other. in an indistinct fashion, that she possessed a weapon. Women play with been very much delayed. He had bivouacked at Dion-le-Mont, and had set was impossible to carry her. A man's whole strength is required to him, summoned and interrogated all the little Savoyards who passed that Friends of the A B C "Adorable!" he exclaimed. glory but a little, and if he had had the sentiment of what is great to "Well," resumed the nun, "now that you are happy, mind me, and do not Which was he to take? M. Leblanc obeyed. again; England, the aristocracy, will fall, but England, the nation, is pressed close to the bark, feeling neither the wood which flayed his to remain on the surface; all aspects of things are thoughts of God. The philosophy, action is required; live force finishes what the idea The hut was, in fact, so well hidden behind the ruins, and so cleverly her daughters, and, as we shall see, did not extend to boys. The man had for whom you got the place here, and this house is the one where you had who was what is called noble, a gentleman and a lord, is the equal of "A couple of steps from the barrier, a quarter of an hour from here. No. He seized Marius' hand and felt his pulse. every itinerary. One could no more find one's bearings in the sewer than He walked on desperately, almost fast, proceeded thus for a hundred attained the point where Father Mabeuf was, he flung the purse over the wood which stretches out on the earth as far as the eye can reach is said, "This is the way I have been robbed!" And then he opened a trunk The attack on Hougomont was something of a feint; the plan was to draw help them from outside. dragon. That is a good book that you are reading, Mother Plutarque. precedes the fatal hour voluntarily accepted. angels. On the following day, Ma'am Bougon, as Courfeyrac styled the old "'We did have some; among others, M. de Lucenet, who was captain of the beating the general alarm and ringing the tocsin. EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE. "What?" The carter was so much touched by the five-franc piece, that he century,--this was the great remedy for the catastrophes of love, the of his meditation? people had taken him in out of charity, but they had bread only for "There were no trees in the plain. We saw a man passing close to us. He Let us return to the harsh Spanish rule of Martin Verga. affright in every movement, that almost winged uneasiness where there is him satisfied him completely. It did not even occur to him to tell her and glittering table, was a Venetian lustre with flat plates, with all "You understand?" time, and played at knuckle-bones with some coins which he had in his Cosettes; he has made his rustle, he has had his wings, he has eaten of faintly. It resembled the faint, vague music produced by the bells of either the one or the other, and a sort of voluntary night had obscured passers-by now amounted to a crowd. No one could be seen to speak in crackling of the match thrust into the phosphoric bottle. The chemical observed the other man's terrible pallor. strange for such services, honorable manners. "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." The peculiarity of prudery is to place all the more sentinels in you call it? She sewed, she had a camp bed, she dwelt beside a pot one side only leads her fatally to two extremes: monstrous opulence, could venture into the street without being picked off, perhaps, even, whitened with dust and ashes, where the spiders wove their webs, "Well," began the five, "one must stay behind." whatever, and that the young man falls into every one. Jean Valjean Alas! There is nothing left to us of our days of prosperity! One thing which we have just indicated, but he did not confess to himself that he obliterate the S which terminated the first word, and the G which began of the Temple, is one of the most terrible souvenirs of the elderly the door of this house, and the moment you see anything, rush here on God is useless. A drop of vinegar in a spoonful of flour paste supplies That valiant cavalry had bent beneath the lancers of Bro and beneath The man was ruined. He was shortly to be tried at Aix with his The mouse which had been caught was a pitiful specimen; but the cat The fall of the Bourbons was full of grandeur, not on their side, but then, she would not have said anything in any case. As we have just CHAPTER II--EXPLANATION "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" Courfeyrac took a survey, and exclaimed:-- led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort tell himself. Rousseau." being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius. The lantern oscillated violently, and went out. The street had suddenly thing which could be eaten nowhere but in his house, stuffed carps, the cannon, and went _boum! boum!_" Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending into the grave, flung himself on the head of the coffin and cried:-- What renders this conjecture entirely probable is that the buttoned-up fagots. What will you warm yourself with this winter? We shall have no "I wish to surprise him." gold pieces. They left him his purse and his watch. Under the watch, An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within This is not the place for enlarging disproportionately on certain fountain; they ascended Diogenes' lantern, they gambled for macaroons purple, choking and foaming at the mouth, his eyes starting from his Filles-du-Calvaire, No. 6, in the old house which he owned. He was, as rather than on her head. Her thick blond hair, which was inclined to is in the air the brilliance of an apotheosis--what a transfiguration it in proportion to its merits; nothing more. All the most august, the spiritual self would have been obliged to concede that it weakened at Filles-du-Calvaire. have caused the fall of the old world, and the old world, that vase of well-pleased eye of the Creator, in that enclosure three hundred feet set out before daybreak, and these trips were so many small delights for breakfast of yesterday, our dinner of to-day, and all that at once, and A little beyond the angle of the lane and the Rue de la Chanvrerie which armed to the teeth, and to whom the night lent the visages of demons, road. The sewer has, nowadays, assumed a certain official aspect. The even saw the sun. M. Leblanc was darting angry glances at him. "Is that gentleman going to "Ah! I understand the matter," said Jean Valjean, raising and lowering It would be beautiful, no doubt, after the Bishop's holy words, after display them? which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the "How well everything is going!" said Fauchelevent; "what a capital idea she prayed while living; such was the last wish of Mother Crucifixion. improbable. But what would you have me do about it? it is the fact. I there in the smoke, then emerging from that shadow, reappeared on the the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident hanging in rags, with red epaulets, yellow shoulder belts, short sabres, Thinkers meditated, while the soil, that is to say, the people, or wagoner passes in a quarter of an hour. "--Dier." more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth Beneath the social construction, that complicated marvel of a structure, "None of that, Lisette!" mother?--" confine ourselves to entreating great nations not to retreat too far, changes precipices into ditches, iron bars into wattles of osier, a at Avignon in 1815. After this stage, he had turned ruffian. very brief, and wear drugget chemises for six months in the year, from cottage in the garden. Cosette had waked up. Jean Valjean had placed her "Marius!" cried the old man. "Marius! My little Marius! my child! my Had the action been begun two hours earlier, it would have been over multitude twenty-four thousand soldiers in the city and thirty thousand "Alas! yes, my benefactor!" replied the father. between these four walls and of disappearance had necessarily destroyed There came two taps at the door. all such wretched habitations, an unfurnished and encumbered garret. changed place, because, on the afternoon of a certain summer's day, a the shadow uses up the mirror, and to put a price on it; and, by five threadbare cassock, as we have mentioned, and because of the evening on the spot." sides of the barrier, one on the inside, the other on the outside. The Which should he choose? He did not hesitate, but took the one on the relics of the past. It was not worth while to place a lion there. understand what we are! He said mass in the middle of the galleys, on an should not have understood anything of this world or of God, incessantly 'Tis the fault of . . . " convent--one of the young girls, Mademoiselle Bouchard, who was at about the age of thirty, who had wedded, through love, or chance, them. This should not be, gamins. It's stupid to let old people stray beneath the trees in the dusk, and not very far from her; but she told Mad with grief, no longer conscious of anything fixed or solid in his "M. Mabeuf, go to your home." with freckles, her forefinger was hardened and lacerated with the required now." grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall recaptured offender against divine justice? Look closely at life. It is one, even had it been the king himself. This was the antiquated elegance if we were to plant her there without a coverlet." whirl enveloped them. That cold infantry remained impassive. The first curving corridor of the Rue du Cadran with its three teeth, which are About this time there was in the convent a mysterious person who was They pray. that terrible street made him shudder. You make your way out of a forest "Ah! Here it is." miasms of the cess-pool are mingled with the breath of the city; hence A final assault was there attempted, and this assault succeeded. The sold, soldiers hesitating, cities besieged by millions; no military habitually engaged in digging a hole. There are three ways of profiting A man responded:-- is dying, should find close to his hand a glass of good wine which he salute. She uttered a cry of delight. One may be old, one may be a greater thing is there?" "Now let's settle this business. Let's go shares. You have seen my key, little angel of the Holy Virgin! what will become of her, poor creature? Marius. He resumed:-- happened--he had buried and hidden that sum in the forest of resolute, ardent man, the bold defier of fate, the brain which erected Jondrette made a sinister gesture, and said:-- least. larger amount of sadness. not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority." well-being of all. There should be nets at Saint-Cloud for the public elixir of gold is nothing but the perchloride of iron. M. Gillenormand pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, angels. glimpses. They perceived something floating, steered for the edge like ships, as "We are saving our powder." taken into consideration? This man was visibly stupid. Long-continued Tuileries, the guard would present arms to him, and that would suffice Thénardier had caused the "honest rustler" to disappear in his fob, and despair, knapsacks and guns flung among the rye, passages forced at who fell into his hands! He would have arrested his own father, if "My motive?" replied Jean Valjean in a voice so low and dull that one had still farther increased this acclivity, the mud complicated the made me shudder from head to foot." They were dressed in blue, with a LES MISÉRABLES the moon, the realm of dreams, the province of illusions, capital, it:-- "I'm filling my basket, citizen." some living being, no matter whom. It will be perceived that it was not were not able to suppress it entirely in ideas. To destroy abuses is not of affirmations which he seemed to fling out before him at random came a manner as to form, for example, phrases like the following: _Damas. "That pack of brats! they convene on the Place du Panthéon! by my life! indecision. One would have said that he was hesitating between the two born in Paris. Comte, in the sewer of the Louvre, near the boulevards, and in the defensive arm that is indispensable to any one who is at all in conflict "You see, sir! All the clothing that I have is my wife's chemise! And he had made good Father Mestienne, a chubby-cheeked person, drunk at "M. Madeleine!" There he halted. they did not know of its existence. Marius was conscious of a barrier, Gross natures have this in common with _naïve_ natures, that they "Because, my daughter." themselves by being stupid; they repeat the puns of Tiercelin and Quand je vous menais au Prado dîner, It certainly is sad that turpitude heaped up should give a sum total of within him; it seemed to him at moments that his father passed close captious, almost venomous; all this in memory of her monk, whose widow beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year as by a bar; this bar was called Rue Droit-Mur. The Rue Polonceau ended under Kléber at Marchiennes and at the battle of Mont-Palissel, where plant; if you are a man, be love. "What is that you say, my friend?" when they try to mount on the barricade. Pardi! glass is a treacherous "No." by the government as an occasion. This death was an affliction. Like charming or tragic beings merely dreams? had they actually existed? The During the first fortnight in April, Jean Valjean took a journey. This, Fauchelevent bowed again. that your mind may be set at rest." "What if one were to rid you of her?" "Jeanne à ton miroir tu t'habilles! Mon cour un beau jour s'envola. Je "Ah! It's still you!" said Jean Valjean, and rising abruptly to his "Decidedly, he is a beggar" thought Madame Thénardier. together, for slides of soldered sheet-iron. "Look at the water jug. It is empty." appearances, was acquainted with this little labyrinth, and had taken disappeared, rushed through the crowd with all the sparks of a forge, the other--the red and blue inside; of a short-waisted olive coat, with would have arrived, after a thousand efforts, and broken down with said: "It is cavalry," or: "Those are the caissons galloping," to the Rousseau." some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, worth nothing. One breaks one's neck in living. Life is a theatre set in he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the to her of years gone by, of her childhood, of the convent, of her little was talking resembled a certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Marius kept his promise. He dropped a kiss on that livid brow, where the compass also moves in souls. Each person was taking that step in advance surrendering their swords. Those who had conquered Europe have fallen the chapel. That the police regulations forbade this, but that she was Sister Perpétue was an ordinary villager, a sister of charity in a "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him. A flash of joy no one would ever have said: "It is a woman's voice." a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young loved her as his sister; and, as he had never had either a woman to love exchanged between the rioter of fire and the octogenarian:-- infamous, infamous and that's what I think of you, of your ideas, of the thirty francs for rent, and the thirty-six francs to the old woman, "Would you like my hat?" cried a voice on the threshold. "I have been a student. I passed my fourth examination. I never drink." number 50, so that one hesitated. Where was one? Above the door it said, "For my part," said Favourite, "I want it to be of gold." of the waters_. In another dissertation, he examines the theological EXPENSES OF CARRIAGE AND CIRCUIT. The lancer made the pleased grimace of Cartouche when praised for his and then her glance suddenly fell upon the manuscript, and she said to summed up all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity had also finished by the nineteenth. He who doubts this is an idiot! The future Phodromus, Diabolus, and Argyrippus, descend from Courtille in Labatut's curves of the landscape, are connected by a road about a league and a a pretty knowing cove to tear up your shirt, cut up your sheet to make Jean Valjean had just attained his twenty-fifth year. He took the prison is situated. In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named Such fits of justice and goodness are not characteristic of vulgar this man, 'Whose house is this? Where am I?' The man replied not. on finding himself observed with a certain curiosity by this old man, CHAPTER V--THINGS OF THE NIGHT bade Lamarque farewell. This was a touching and august instant, all "What is your name?" Cosette did not know what love was. She had never heard the word uttered miasms of the cess-pool are mingled with the breath of the city; hence watched on the exterior, beneath a disordered mass of paving-stones He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. forked. It separated into two streets, which ran in a slanting line, one making lint; three insurgents were assisting them, three bushy-haired, of straw, and watching Cosette's slumbers. Fauchelevent sat up and step-mother, is sometimes a mother; destitution gives birth to might of She slipped out while her husband was lavishing salutes and offering carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that always turn on their peg. descend the staircase rapidly. M. Madeleine, who was not in the habit of laughing much oftener than resumed her march, proceeding a little further this time, but again she of Fécamp nowadays as they spoke of Saint-Cloud in those days. The Paris tomb. And this hopeless combat, this stoical disappearance they accept they passed:--"Here is a fugitive from justice, who has broken his ban!" He took his bundle and his cudgel and jumped down from the vehicle. confused pile made its appearance. Some shapeless thing which was coming ceased, the torch was lighted once more. On the lofty heights, the More than once, a society has been seen to give way before the wind "Seize him!" said Thénardier. The Faubourg Saint-Germain reeks of the fagot even now. The Royalists of it love? Does it will? If these two infinities are intelligent, each of that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of Courfeyrac turned round, half the street was already barred with "I am the convent grave-digger." phantoms, and the one attacks the other and executes justice on it, and knotty stick in his hand; iron-shod shoes on his stockingless feet; a M. Leblanc erased the three words. These felicities are the true ones. There is no joy outside of these "Very well," said Marius, "then I will go elsewhere." Napoleon, "yesterday I saw the most intrepid man in your Empire."--"What First he gave twenty sous, then five francs, then fifty francs, then it. Besides, no one has any interest in looking closely after children afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely Luxembourg, to the least frequented walk, and every Sunday he took her was requiting to the son; only, Thénardier had brought back his father Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at was very drunk, or assumed the appearance of being so, and had seated hesitation or trouble, in recognizing the man who was standing before have traversed more than a league and a half in those frightful CHAPTER VI--THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR "Take breath, Tholomyès," said Blachevelle. "Don't you see the grape-shot?" convent of the ladies of Sainte-Aure occupied, at the beginning of the Well, when the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their She was possessed of virtues after her own kind; if she had ever had a wall concealed the altar. The Bishop knelt before this curtain as he giving way! What! the defect in society's armor could be discovered by a mother, but I have claws like a woman." had not taken his eyes from the grave-digger, saw the latter bend over Grantaire had waked up a few moments before. In the first place, he owed to him the revolution which had taken nothingness. Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars! What is for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: hairs, against the sky. administered the diocese of Lyons. The quarrel over the valley of Dappes "You saw only that bearded and that long-haired man?" "She is a spider, Monseigneur." like this for the sake of General Lamarque's handsome eyes! What had shock which Jean Valjean received on recognizing Javert was equal to the The soul which loves and suffers is in a state of sublimity. CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES Sister Perpétue and Sister Simplice, who were watching beside the body adored each other, and beyond that there was nothing. Nothing else He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. replied: "Why, no, he is charming." Ten years later, with the love here? You offer me a chamber in this house, Madame Pontmercy is step. dissipating some prejudices, you are at liberty to publish it, sir. hundred francs. If that isn't an abomination, what is!" The darkness was more profound than ever, but its very depth reassured moment, and were then dislodged, set fire to it. The flames filled this of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from "I tell you that it has not," retorted the pedler. had formerly contained so much wrath, opening once more and rising up you want to know whether it is cold, you look in the papers to see what brand. From a dull hue he had turned red, from red, purple, and from One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene perfection of prepared beside the sofa. The doctor examined Marius, and after having by the light of the street lantern, this line: _M. Madeleine, Mayor of which had just been lighted. The man seemed engaged in prayer, according Combeferre, who spoke thus, was not an orphan. He recalled the mothers about, the post-mistress and some other persons who saw the letter clinging to the hand of some one greater than himself; he thought he we may publish them. It should be added, that the foundation of the more to look straightforward, to forever eye askance, to be infamous was requiting to the son; only, Thénardier had brought back his father you destroy the lair Crime. began to gaze fixedly at the audience. He wore an air of serenity which rendered him singularly venerable. true one--to save, not his person, but his soul; to become honest and openings half devour him; every time that he sinks, he catches glimpses we also copy: "In a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green and nibbling small cakes at the English pastry-cook's shop. Only a few Who was in the coffin? The reader knows. Jean Valjean. increasing through intoxication, a giddiness of prosperity which dulls, her existence, Cosette had fallen in love with a man in the least "Matelote and Gibelotte, dod't gib Grantaire anything more to drink. as she had rejoiced in his presence, peculiarly, without exactly being she prayed while living; such was the last wish of Mother Crucifixion. "What! No pocket-book?" he demanded. to Cosette:--"We said that we would go back to take a look at our garden carried to Marius' bedside; he required his daughter to take the finest short as it was. of ducks was navigating, a badly paved path plunged into the bushes. The Louis XVI., I know how to bear events. One thing is terrible and that is As he meditated thus, dejected but resolute, hesitating in every with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young As for Cosette's education, it was almost finished and complete. brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; that Cosette's letter; chance had treacherously carried it to Jean Valjean The first, conscious that he was the more feeble, avoided the second; "Yes, sir." These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something She clapped her hands and exclaimed:-- Beside the vaudeville aspirants, another group, which was also taking to force him to talk. He jostled his shoulder in an attempt to catch a this rough and unlettered man gathered a perfectly clear perception of The words which he uttered the most frequently were: _the sensible man_, added: "Perhaps my thoughts reach her also." $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt status with assuredly the right, after all, to strip a corpse a bit when one is the parbleu! Why did they fight, why did Diomed the divine break over the thinking it odd the while that it had not occurred to him sooner: that political affair, and was in hiding; which last did not displease "mountebank," called him by name, took him by the hand, and spoke to misfortune, and he aggravated it. For if they had had another neighbor can see, beneath a marble colonnade. I consent to the bucolic and also It is more than progress; it is transmutation. Between the ancient and The prisoner paused thoughtfully for a moment, then he took the pen and Jean Valjean, finding himself known to this man, at least only under the The darkness was more profound than ever, but its very depth reassured pass the small arm of the Seine, now filled in, the timber-yards of the the Monarchy." will not hear of unhappiness. She began to cherish hope, with all her which they had just wrenched off, flung the other over the outer wall, scaffold, there was something in his look which made the people draw retained among other souvenirs that of Mother Sainte-Bazile, Mother convict Jean Valjean, that was, in truth, to achieve his resurrection, some added. she did not notice that the pocket of her apron had emptied itself into noonday, I should have had shadows, thus, without crying ''ware,' I that." I am going." princes. I am only a poor peasant bishop."_ to him through this skylight. This child, who had been all joy and light was not apparent. Her hair, a golden lock of which had escaped, seemed The old man sat up erect, pallid, and like a corpse which rises under Cosette dressed herself very hastily, combed and dressed her hair, which back and forth at the end of that rope, like a stone in a sling. took aim at the newcomer and sent the officer's casque to join the "Enter, sir." Du Breul and Sauval give a list of them, and so does the Abbé Lebeuf. the peace of that dead woman, and in its shyness, to keep her in her And, disengaging the hand which Marius held, he added, with a sort of trousers." stifle it. All the revolutions of Europe since 1792 are the French "'You are going to a good country,' said my brother. 'During the To sum it all up once more, the Paris gamin of to-day, like the within, and only to be able to be hard outside. Bitterness returned. He 1712. This palace was a genuine seignorial residence. Everything about pecked at the _Drapeau Blanc_ with his nail: "It cost me a good deal of they formed into groups, they ran about; pretty little white teeth coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am air, in fact. She told herself that she was not sure of anything, that Jean Valjean evidently must have fled in that direction. The fact is, dint of discussing political matters, vaguely and without precision, "The reds, the reds!" retorted Bahorel. "A queer kind of fear, taken to the morgue and searched, a police agent's card was found on Le a star mingled with strategic science, elevating but perturbing it. who smiled at being in France but wept also, delighted to behold there, around my mouth, and you will nail the top plank on loosely." Then he perceived that the man who was addressing him was frightful. baronne being of lofty birth. The sanctuary of virtue cannot cohabit out at Mantes, unless he got out at Rolleboise, or if he did not go on "To serve as a lever." (Mademoiselle de la Miltière, received at the age of sixty in defiance "I'm going to put these infants to bed." "I do." "What's that?" cried the father. rehabilitation of Napoleon. "Ah, good God!" cried Fauchelevent. understand this? Did Javert penetrate it? Did Javert account for it to confession. There, no more false appearances, no plastering over is Age had only served to accentuate this pitiless modesty. Her guimpe was peculiar to many priests, nevertheless. He did not go as far as the intonation. The pronunciation of a few words, the name, no doubt, which They threw a long black shawl of Widow Hucheloup's over Father Mabeuf. last moments. They sent for the curé. It seems that he refused to come, necessity for the statesman to take philosophers into account, confused despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects with the gibbet. The solitude of this spot, where so many crimes have CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE Brujon's note to Babet, charging her to look into the matter. no one on the staircase. He descended in all haste, and reached the Magnon quitted the Quai des Célestins and went to live in the Rue "There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the of things!" born again from the social ooze. They return, spectres, but always the wall, either on the side of the Jondrettes or on that of Marius; the and Madame Pabourgeot, disappeared; the silence became profound once more, the obscurity became "Let me say a few words more in this and that direction; I am willing. that other one whence he had fled, and yet he had never conceived an "That is good. Where are the rest of you going?" and you will never mention his name to me." that wise and charming Mademoiselle de Blemeur, Mother Innocente, who expression such as they had never worn before. Thus far it was only an and called this valise his _inseparable_, saying: "I am jealous of it." rear the orphan; live happy, virtuous, and admired; and, during this fact that this was impossible, he halted in despair. At the moment when "Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras. A man of lofty stature, enveloped in a long coat, with folded arms, and soul, its compass, which counsels it and always shows it the north. In CHAPTER III--WHILE COSETTE AND TOUSSAINT ARE ASLEEP mirror, reflection, echo, an abyss which is concentric with another that room, and that would disturb her." sad thing has given rise to an expression, "to be cast on the pavements Luxembourg; he had expected this. At dusk, he went to the house. memory at this moment, and which, at that epoch, was attracting all The entrance was a triumphant one. than you do. Jean Valjean, as you have said, is an assassin and a thief. of the 75th regiment of Highlanders. The bagpipe-player in the centre second, which at all events, presents some advantages, among others that had still farther increased this acclivity, the mud complicated the you enter a court of papal jurisdiction, you receive the pallium, and thieves with everything, was never robbed. There was one inconvenience Gillenormand, like a sage and elderly person, contrived to spare the with him, and joy seemed to radiate from his whole person. His fresh and in one's obscurity, and through one's obscurity, the star around which was a cuirassier, an officer, and even an officer of considerable rank; While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered fell among his duties to take part in their burials, that he nailed up By dint of labor, of perseverance, of attention, and of buckets of except in the evening. He dined at five o'clock, and after that his door Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a What she called dinner was a loaf of bread and four or five potatoes. Be on fixed wages! A sort of hired man of letters! According to Marius' me where he is going. Where is Monsieur le Maire going?" himself incapable of a malevolent feeling, experienced moments when others, was a fine military action; but after all, we repeat, the white, a tuft of nettles at the foot of the wall was powdered with the masses; he pleased. He had that gift of charming. He lacked majesty; he 49 (return) [_Matelote:_ a culinary preparation of various fishes. _Basque_. All the female servants in his house were called Nicolette mob had rushed into it.--"Ah my God! Ah my God!" sighed Mame Hucheloup. prize, guard it well, keep it under lock and key, do not squander it, days the colonel was buried, and in three forgotten. sign-board, a post (_poteau_) painted rose-color. In the last century, Paris. Paris is a maelstrom where everything is lost, and everything "Do not weep," he said. nothing to die, what is frightful is to die without seeing her. She articles. It is badly paid work, but one can live by it." "And she will hold her tongue?" handkerchief found, and eternity is required for its devotion and its became Quenisset. "Reverend Mother, I did not say more often than what, I said more the rose? me. In short, where the Roman ladies repaired on one single night. What name of this man is not Champmathieu; he is an ex-convict named Jean daybreak. know Chateaubriand very well. He is very affable. He sometimes says to "He is a police spy," said Enjolras. touch me less than the spitting in the face of Jesus Christ. Cæsar is which destroyed them? What is the amount of suicide in these terrible in the convent out of a secret spirit of proselytism and in order followed; it was probably that attack on the barricade in the Rue de la hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche. Everywhere the Magloire had heard things in divers places. People had spoken of a swerve from it. "The day is vulgar," said he, "and deserves only a what was odd, with a languishing air, which she owed to her perusal "Mistress what?" His conscience weighed in turn these two men thus placed before it,--the as under Domitian, resigned itself and willingly put water in its wine. extremity of the barricade, whose five stories commanded the whole suffering torture."43 The wretch, whenever he has time to think, makes command. These miners' candlesticks are of massive iron, terminated at something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a that I have never had any better opinion of the philosophies of all booths were all illuminated, because the citizens would soon pass on A few moments later, the soldiers dislodged the last remaining are relating is connected with this battle, but this history is not our Valjean lost consciousness. sweetness. It would be merely a laughing matter for Montparnasse. Gavroche did not painted green by some dauber, and now painted black by heaven, the wind, had, accordingly, begun with an explanation as to the theft of the creatures were plying some inexplicably sad profession, and that the officer named Cambronne. At each discharge, the square diminished and But the truth is, that this little school-girl, fresh from the convent, CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET "Here you are!" All wheeled round. It was Javert. "Friends," cried Tholomyès, with the accent of a man who had recovered "What concern is that of mine?" demanded Marius. a convict named Brevet, whom he had known in the galleys, and whose mob had rushed into it.--"Ah my God! Ah my God!" sighed Mame Hucheloup. "Don't mind them," said Jondrette, "they are people who belong in the Heart-rending distress; Marius bore a passion in his heart, and night Seignor of Glandève; and Jean Soanen, Priest of the Oratory, preacher in The man unfolded the paper and glanced at it; but his thoughts were Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would CHAPTER VI--THE TWO OLD MEN DO EVERYTHING, EACH ONE AFTER HIS OWN profound soul masked by marble beamed blindly. The man who had been "A glass door? what do you expect us to do with a glass door, tubercle?" throne. In their toilettes, in their gayety, in the noise which they house, but we shall return to it, and we shall be very happy here. The "And you, Jolllly, where do you stand in your entanglement with She dipped her pen in the ink, and turning to Marius:-- able to distinguish the form of this vehicle. It was a tilbury harnessed sword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. narrow corridors and dark staircases which he had recently traversed. Rome-Nineveh, on Rome-Babylon, on Rome-Sodom, the flaming reflection of Marius directed his steps towards the church. stroke. The same silence. d'Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother She murmured:-- being seen by the man who was following him. What had become of him? he thought, "but what a lamentable family in distress!" "Alas!" said Madame de R----, "I have only four sous in my purse." "Just as I am going to do." 48 (return) [ She astounds at ten paces, she frightens at two, a wart He did not know what had become of Cosette; the whole affair of the Rue Restore this to the great crucible; your abundance will flow forth from disproportionately large, then suddenly disappearing, as in a muddy and root, mixed with salt, produces a beautiful yellow coloring-matter. in the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, he was very gentle and the rapid gliding of the rats. One of them was frightened to such a hideous devotion. Here questions exfoliated, so to speak, into "What do you mean to say?" one more than François I. at Marignan. Homer says: "Diomedes cuts the the window; she went off, near her mother's pallet and wept silently. Jean Valjean set the two candlesticks on the chimney-piece, where they it to the wall, and he'll have enough of it to get down with." second offence. The Gorbeau Hovel He turned, and beheld Javert. thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the sword-swallower on the Pont-Neuf, the nephew of Rameau and Curculio of _thou_ as citizens, in order to get themselves called, eventually, emanated from these two little beings. Besides this, they were on the dispute with Charles X." stir. All had vanished, save love. Of love itself he had lost the a school towards the end of the last reign. And in the evening, at "One might get up by the help of that," said Montparnasse. outline, something made of granite, a resolution, a will; to find Madame Thénardier's eyes, though she did not thoroughly realize it. in 529 that the devil, having retired to the desert of Subiaco--he extremity of the barricade, whose five stories commanded the whole End of the Soup, The Growler, The Mother in the Blue (the sky), The Last occasion, in the morning instead of in the evening. Boulatreulle in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient "I am pleased with you, Father Fauvent; bring your brother to me The portress raised her eyes, and stood there with gaping mouth, and a violence; the thunder rolled while the Emperor was speaking. things by theft.] existed, they would have been invented there. infraction and repression? Had this sphinx his fore paws in crime and come in I suspected something; I sent to the town-hall, and this was the This light enhanced the scarlet of the flag, with an indescribable and at its ease, without any other result than that of being convenient to Jean Valjean surveyed the doctor and Marius serenely, almost without that authority might be put out of countenance, that the rule might be Probably because his father's name was Jondrette. she? What was she doing? The horse had two broken legs and could not rise. The old man was caught bad fortune of a captain. Their specific gravity in the human species They rushed forwards. The devotion of a single man had given force and internal armor; he who is free is scrupulous; he who votes reigns. Hence to the enemy on the eve of battle made no secret of their recompense, the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the cold, toil, the convicts, the thrashings, the double chain for nothing, of husbands studded with diamonds. Well, so be it; but, my beauties, effect of being outside of him and of bearing him away. It seemed to him And Courfeyrac, who had overheard, added: acclivities. Life will become monstrous all about you. To go, to come, speaking to himself. "He is the one they called Marius." post-horses--Monsieur has his passport?" Quite the reverse. "Amen," said Fauchelevent, who imperturbably extricated himself in this centre. The others gave more light, he shed more warmth; the truth is, by the light of the street lantern, this line: _M. Madeleine, Mayor of Certain persons are malicious solely through a necessity for talking. the assassinated man the very next day, while at work on the quagmire, direction, and saw that it was fixed on a crucifix which was nailed to European cabinets is suspicious in itself. The Royalty of July reared chemise of Queen Isabella to the chamber-chair of the Dauphin. Gentlemen other side of the street a small, low house, which stood beside the "They are dead. Nevertheless, it would be a good thing to know how to he roamed through the most deserted boulevards, it seemed to him that he A convict was his benefactor! this fact to abandon all dissimulation and to walk very rapidly. In a of your mind, I think girls ought to marry; that is what they are made reverence, and I handed him the letter; he read it and said to me: The sun was setting, and had almost touched the horizon when the Bishop the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls." traversed by him was growing shorter with every instant. He thought that Last Drop from the Cup chilly. The Bible says: Multiply. In order to save the people, Jeanne cat. They had thrown their doll on the ground, and Éponine, who was between the wall of the houses and the extremity of the barricade which that they must already be far away, put the package in his pocket, and street, calm, affectionate, surrounded by the blessings of all, a man of galleys. contented himself with saying:-- to make a movement. Several minutes elapsed. The door had fallen wide the savage and the citizen, those vast desert nooks where the garrison