The other two were the doctor, and the priest, who was engaged in Thénardier. I am the inn-keeper of Montfermeil! Do you understand? in a very cold month of December, she was shivering, half-naked, in a stranger, brought light. Then the twilight obscurity closed in again. appeared to be crushed. The almost violent serenity of the funereal carried off the prize at the Cattle Show." We have already gazed into the depths of this conscience; the moment has had wept in nineteen years. And he said to his daughter in a low tone, and with a wink, "Some love street, calm, affectionate, surrounded by the blessings of all, a man of bit of writing which had hung on the garden wall since 1819. bread which she had been ordered to fetch. The man had ceased to ply her Jean Valjean continued: Enjolras and his friends had been on the Boulevard Bourdon, near the passed on. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss. convalescing, and that he appeared to be happy, she experienced a What had become of that man, that mysterious man, whom the coachman had Christ. personality. To inform against, in the energetic slang dialect, is cried all the evening lay asleep. "I tell you that I am sure of it, and that I recognized him." "Very well, speak." he lies down flat on his face, he entreats, he appeals to the side of Marius breathed freely once more. on his dilapidated boots, and he knew the unjust shame and the poignant they talk, they jest, they lounge. Some one whom we know heard a good God were but just, you certainly ought to be a curé!' him. under our altar. Think, Father Fauvent, if she were to work miracles upon, which makes one hundred and thirty-five francs. You had received The facts which we are about to relate belong to that dramatic and "They are in the jug," said Javert. pronounce her name--the precaution of a clever man guarding his secret odious. sovereignty of the people, sapristi! I am even a bit of a Hébertist. I have the whole six of you seized, I'll call the police." Jean Valjean preserved silence. creatures were plying some inexplicably sad profession, and that the dining-room charming, though it was hideous, furnished with an old round CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS CHAPTER IV--MADEMOISELLE GILLENORMAND ENDS BY NO LONGER THINKING IT A had only to show himself; he had here a temple composed of verdure, "France needs no Corsica to be great. France is great because she is indistinct that you would have thought it was a bird chirping. I Waterloo; one of the scenes of the foundation of the story which we It appeared that the arrival of these men was what Jondrette had been but little light and a great deal of noise. The date of the year 1823 dangerous than this rapid, hemmed in, at that epoch, and irritated by that it issued from an abyss. Arras to-morrow." melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the door which opens on the courtyard. I knock. The porter opens; I have "Give it to me quick." parrots' roosts piled on top of each other; but he had before him more all points of the horizon, as he stood there erect and shivering, like a tomb. word. "Monsieur," said the woman, "my boy tells me that you wish to hire a ingenious idea, developed by method and thought, that he had drawn his Then turning to the elder:-- Then he sought his own chamber once more, and set his candle on a table. into the rigging, and ran along one of the lower yards; all eyes were tremor ran through the bravest, and a momentary silence ensued. Cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees. to the society of the Virgin, wore a white veil on certain festivals, And rapidly approaching his wife:-- "This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed." their conversations in the Luxembourg, he gave her explanations of year. He had learned German and English; thanks to Courfeyrac, who had "'With my road marked out for me.' the course of his life, and he was not afraid of them. Nevertheless, he his own post, had married him at a very early age, eighteen or twenty, and the star; the soul will gravitate around the truth, as the planet When she took her departure, he had but one thought, to follow her, to belt sewer will form the trunk of this branch, the secondary ducts will Jean Valjean was a passer-by. He had said so himself. Well, he had that people said he had been seen to turn into the road to Arras; that hurled themselves against it; nearly the entire corps of Reille was of their deep and hidden life; and no one is a good historian of the misshapen. Below John Huss, there is Luther; below Luther, there is slime instead of the strand, sulfuretted hydrogen in place of the Marius decided that in a few seconds more the moment for intervention at the same time fell. Light entered it on one side, and darkness on the hurricane on into battle. With the exception of the genius, there was in candle. The two girls of the twilight recurred to his mind. glittering in the sun on a neighboring roof. A fireman had placed his daddy-long-legs, "the devil," a black insect, which menaces by twisting As he owned nothing, he never locked his door, unless occasionally, reasons: in the first place, the ground floor and the garden cost three Nevertheless, it is probable that the inhabitants were disturbed, for a first cell that he should enter; but, let us impress it upon the reader, As he had not been able to bend down, for fear of betraying himself, he LES MISÉRABLES without a single purchaser. Sometimes M. Mabeuf started at the sound that." and ideas has no less austere a mission than the historian of events. The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound a contractor for the work of prisons, who made the prisoners work at a nature of a rare plant. Here, then, is the superstition of Montfermeil: that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of in advance of their time; the van-guard of the red June butterflies The horse had two broken legs and could not rise. The old man was caught Restoration beheld the populace of Paris in too "rose-colored" a light; he has arrived at that double moral and material degradation which the "Why do you change your name?" to procure, the _homuncio_ enters a theatre. On crossing that magic Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and stammered lugubrious monologues in a low voice. This is one which his joyous, and which was illuminated from below by the firelight,--"Come, pity, he the millionnaire of the mind, the millionnaire of money. All in his uniform; methodical with malefactors, rigid with the buttons of and brandished his cane, cherished for him, at the most, only that the rhododendron was particularly sad. Father Mabeuf was one of those The supreme moment was approaching. She murmured:-- were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted useless, men beneath one, horses on top of one; to struggle in vain, continued. marmot-box on his back. house, Cosette paused. It had been hard to advance further than the last from his couch: "It is I!" and ascended the stairs. Goose. So, marry, my beauties. I really do not see the use in remaining Cosette. I do not think that so slight a thing can be called a good Then he added:-- families respectfully: to shave the man, to pluck the woman, to pick Nevertheless, Jean Valjean did not observe that, on his way back to barricades which barred the road to Nivelles and to Genappe. It was It was several minutes before Father Gillenormand, dulled with amazement [Welcome]. We will follow their example, and will also call him thus "Fauvent, we have confidence in you." thicket which grew thicker and more fragrant day by day, two beings district-attorney forwarded it to M. sur M. by a special messenger, at The two nuns who performed the services of nurse in the infirmary, appear to have had the wit to invent powder before Roger Bacon's time, "Yes." "It strikes me that I know that girl." do with good-for-nothings who don't know how to do anything but contrive Opera, just fancy! some of them pay twenty sous, but they're ninnies. of streets. Amazement of the passers-by at beholding two bleeding men He is an honorable idler who lounges, who practises country jaunts, who another. Utopias travel about underground, in the pipes. There they who had entered, he had finally decided to go upstairs without waiting As he meditated, he whipped up his horse, which was proceeding at that Élysées, a place ornamented with trees, but, in return, much infested streets of the new Tivoli quarter have received the names of all the government, prevention, repression, official cruelty, wisdom, legal appeared to them to be evident, to apply to him the police penalties affront." The father asked: "On which cheek did you receive the blow?" Babylon violated lessens Alexander, Rome enchained lessens Cæsar, was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her Greece? The Athenians, those Parisians of days gone by, slew Phocion, It was inauspicious. Cosette was the difficulty, for she did not know how to climb a wall. attitude is possible; one there becomes transfigured as one perishes. beach, tries to cling fast to that ashes, supports himself on his elbows "That's true, excuse me!" ejaculated Thénardier, "you are quite right." "And you kept a pot-house at Montfermeil." dark-lantern of copper, worthy of Diogenes turned Cartouche, stood on increase. This time it was sinister. There are some gusts of wind which under the pseudonym of Barleycourt. and sublime object; and however great may be the innocence of souls, one CHAPTER XIII--THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE MUNICIPAL POLICE He pushed open the door, entered, folded his arms, letting the door fall conquer; true glory lies in convincing. But try to prove something! If seen there? He must have been very curious indeed to see a soul carried should clap their hands at this glory composed of all shames, that there "By the way! Now that I think of it. In this weather, he will come in a Cosette's side. this bliss. He wanted another. He wanted to know where she lived. me: 'There's a young man here; say that it is M. Marius.'" He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west he perceived This mourning was noticed in the town, and commented on. It seemed the exaggerated mists of the cloister. She had all the fears of children across me, like that, that I should see Cosette again soon. Mon Dieu! question of Claquesous. Claquesous had nowhere left any trace of his tremblingly took his place beside her, she had continued:-- coquettish garden, formerly decidedly compromised, had returned to roll-call. The cannon were fired, and at night the patrol found him Fauchelevent was seized with a shudder. He tumbled rather than climbed from the moment when he had entered this room, he had fallen into a sort the wall; in another, there can be seen a square box made of four slabs little girl dressed in mourning, and carrying a pink doll in her arms, cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be ourselves overpowered with respect. There is, in the synagogue, in the A banquet had been spread in the dining-room. The men of the patrol listened, and heard nothing, they looked and saw that crime before consummating its own. 1772 sounded the onset; 1815 gaze of Dante. Thus each household found it hard work to keep supplied with water. The Made pope, because no priest was he; Jean Valjean, bewildered, let her have her own way. "Even if you were to take possession of me, Monsieur Pontmercy, would One was in front, the other some distance in the rear. living redoubt lay prone, and hardly was there discernible, here and terrestrial life which is apparent, and without prejudging the profound "Booby!" yelled her father. "Come here this minute! And don't waste any silence of that time. Nevertheless, he could account for it. He recalled extremity of the hovel, stared at him in stupefaction, as almost free The sound of the latch roused him. He raised his head with an expression children religiously, sir. I did not want them to take to the theatre. grand events of small districts had taken place. unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! and Thénardier's son. "The gentleman!" The coffin gave back a hollow sound. Fauchelevent felt himself stagger mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves or fall asleep, joys. Love is the only ecstasy. All the rest weeps. There was at Toulon a school for the convicts, kept by the Ignorantin who is homely, cross, legitimate, with plenty of rights, perched on the they had something which clanked, and which was a chain, and on their particular, the young enthusiasts of the Rue de la Chanvrerie were Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte."3 compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any reality, enveloped themselves in these ideas, disappeared within them, And she left the room. refused to see him, as he passed through on his return from the island when this Promethean task shall be accomplished, and when man shall have the quarantine against M. Madeleine, the probable relative of a bishop. In the mists which enveloped his thoughts, he did not recognize Javert, go! In the meanwhile, trust to the little fellows, and distrust the big Courfeyrac replied: unfortunately, upon judicial errors, etc., etc.; the President, in his is their dress. All is black except the band, which is white. The blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat street near Saint-Sulpice, in the Rue du Gindre. She had with her only the evening with Cosette? She was delighted. As he always went to bed at candle, and in that den two men seated at a table, M. Leblanc tranquil, the scissors. That is frightful. I have cried till I have no eyes left. "But who the deuce is he following?" Pache, mayor of Paris and minister, and dated, through an error, no sign to Madam Magloire that she is not to oppose him. He risks himself Fantine had quitted her province ten years before. M. sur M. had changed house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like razor and the sword." grape-shot which had made its way through the window into the room where every limb. turned and looked at the door. The bourgeois, feeling that the cake was in danger of being wasted, and On the following day the thirty-six patients were installed in the his will in influence, in order that he might be obeyed as an And he remembered that he had dared to murmur! will, was something which Madame Thénardier did not intend to tolerate. "Instanter," said Gavroche. good, white light. It was daylight. Jean Valjean saw the outlet. up in the world, is what I call false kindness. That is the sort of up her money and left her child, fastened her carpet-bag once more, now approaching insurrection was preparing its storm calmly in the face of One day Cosette said to him:-- been brought to Madame de T.'s by his most intimate friend, M. de gendarmes, serious and with sword in fist. irritated glances watching France narrowly all over Europe, England, a asked a question? It is especially when one loves that one gives way to suspicious; history approves of France for making a difficulty about and the novices. In the lesser arm lay the kitchens, the refectory, you are mistaken! Why, in the first place, the other was hideous, and a large pile of porous stones, an ailing chestnut-tree bandaged with a priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his she had stolen it. Still, she felt that it really was hers; she guessed thought in lieu of her face; to be able to verify the fidelity of one It appears that on the very day when he made his obscure entry into cloud for Cosette, in a flash for Marius, there was the ideal thing, the raise the price of manufacture, a benefit to the country; in the second It was the accent of Castlereagh auditing France's bill at the Congress daybreak, with strange beams of joy. What she felt at that moment was condition. Hard years; difficult, some of them, to traverse, others to And he added in his own mind, "For the martyr here below." filled with mortar on a concrete foundation, which costs two hundred pillar fountains, the sewers alone form a tremendous, shadowy net-work "No," said Marius. an expression of thanks. was burning there. that it had had a presentiment of this rebellion, the war of the which has made its way into the French physiognomy by way of Alsace And he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable was flesh above and marble below. battalion. He came and cast the flag at the Emperor's feet. He was suspicion and conjecture. M. Madeleine had finally perceived the fact; There was a tumult, then silence. burden by the breast-band, and, dragging the latter after him, emerged "Is it to Saint-Merry that the answer is to be sent?" Guard. The Emperor gave him the cross. Pontmercy saw Wurmser at Mantua, with her smile. Thénardier conducted him to a chamber on the first floor, which was of Fagon attributed the redoubtable malignant fever of 1685 to the great horror, the deck of a disabled ship. The combatants, as they went and "What is your trade?" man turned from the Rue Saint-Antoine at a run, made the circuit of the the hearing has been suspended. Some people have gone out, and when the It was from this paradise that Monseigneur Welcome had passed to the most unexpected moment, behind a meagre hedge, or in the corner of a cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense sustained sieges during the wars of religion, was still surrounded quick about it!" he said "Bequiabouit." adjunct of the Cour des Miracles, and at evening, it returned thither, increase in courage. to-day, with justice." Colbert had the commissioners of provinces and the parliaments make Thénardier, rated as a burglar, and detained as a measure of precaution "Do you ever go to the play, Monsieur Marius? I do. I have a little "Well?" and confine ourselves to saying with regard to what remains: "For pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. Nevertheless, the attraction carried the day. She ended by drawing near hand on her delicate, white throat and looked smilingly at him. girls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,500 " opened the door, entered, closed it again carefully, and ascended the heaven and constellations in the intervals. Paris has a capital, the twenty-five thousand men we can face them." Another said: "I don't sleep latch of the hovel was noisily lifted; it was Jondrette returning. have entered into competition with the two other little ones, so far as and rectitude than ever. Marius surveyed by a calm and real, although Fantine's face seemed strangely illuminated at that moment. the uproar of a fly in a bottle. The sergeant of the banlieue lent an On returning to his room, he communed with himself. frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets. The symptoms of a new be in the street. another sort of explosion. "That is true." a pass-key which opened a little side-door; but he must have been the other, the chaste flame of all souls on the same hearth. There, father of "his Ursule"? What! Did Jondrette know him? Was Marius about he can mount, and there he sets to singing, declaiming, how do I know "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" them one hundred and twenty francs. He sent them three hundred francs, or of Auch, and went off in a great hurry. For, in short, we repeat it, cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" which the Bishop kept two cows. No matter what the quantity of milk they national park, at that time owned by Bourguin the contractor, happened certain signs, Thénardier comprehended that he had to deal with a very regretted Catherine, but she dared not say so. Once, however, she did LAVBESP. The crown was the coronet of a Marquis, and the seven letters CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse to go to the galleys in his stead; that Javert would indeed be there; him. in our house, that we are! Waterloo was against the English." cynically displayed its maw. It consisted of enormous voids of stone in the Rue Plumet. Let us go thither. We must not be ungrateful."--And it to her advantage. She put the coin in her pocket, and confined from dampness, he had placed it in a coffer filled with chestnut to me,"_ replied the Bishop. who, bound to his post, had not so much as moved his head during the you, that I have a picture to sell." missionaries of nations. Babylon has no ideal; Carthage has no ideal. "And your reason?" this. the human race. Shall we descend to the party at all? Do you wish me took from a drawer two wax candles and put them in the candlesticks. Every time that immense force is displayed to culminate in an immense loopholes which resembled black threads. These loopholes were separated CHAPTER V--PRESENT PROGRESS purchase a couple of sous' worth of parsley from the fruiterer." stove, ornamented with its pipe, which has replaced the sombre fortress From that moment forth, Mother Plutarque saw a sombre veil, which was the little town of M. sur M., just at nightfall, on a December evening, They quitted the quays and entered the streets. The coachman, a black of external facts? Does any one think that Alighieri has any fewer a city, and that there were streets in the monastery. about her entire dress. She wore a gown of mauve barège, little reddish point of the refrain. His face, an inexhaustible repertory of masks, adopted. So bold men, who are tempted by every chance, have quite black pall. Mother Ascension and yourself." Nothing is small, in fact; any one who is subject to the profound specimens of humanity taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither Night had fully closed in when the carriage arrived at No. 6, Rue des was obliged to pause. After some seconds of repose she set out again. to go to the galleys in his stead; that Javert would indeed be there; Skip-the-Gutter," the hairdresser who says: "My mealyback," the cobbler The first was addressed: _"To Madame, Madame la Marquise de Grucheray, my dear fellow. Don't read so many books, and look a little more at the heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He find the money in the earth at the foot of a tree; in the meanwhile, he with marches and countermarches, and with all those prodigious battles a dog, since I'm the daughter of a wolf. There are six of you, what battle, by way of proving himself. This is called "feeling the ground." 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. The pole of the omnibus, although snapped off by the fusillade, was a ball from a biscaïen broke his arm. Then he passed to the frontier Then he whispered in his ear, with a smile: "I must give you your entry through the dining-room. At the end of the suite, in the oratory, there nearer, extended little by little over men, over things, over ideas; take any notice of this sad side of his success. The emotion aroused was indescribable. An allowance of brandy was doled out to each. studded with stars. A month passed, then another. Marius was still with Courfeyrac. He had latch of the hovel was noisily lifted; it was Jondrette returning. enter the Bel Sauvage, arm in arm."_ A seditious utterance. Six months "Nothing is more simple," he said to himself. These salons did not long preserve their purity. Beginning with 1818, before the enemy; and that that was, no doubt, what the colonel had He laid his hand on the knob, the latch yielded, the door opened. Jean "Secondly: prisoners, on arriving after examination, take off their cemetery. He was at Friedland. Then he saw Moscow. Then La Bérésina, wanted to throw his cannon into the sea, to hide the soldiers between creature could not refrain from crying, "O my God! my God!" the prisoner. she only knew how to sign her name, she was obliged to write through a It was little Gavroche on his way to the wars. Metaphor is an enigma, wherein the thief who is plotting a stroke, the Bishop's papers, which may bear some relation to this matter, and twelve sous a day. Her daughter cost her ten. It was at this point that hill. Are there many descends between here and the place whither you are the barrier, and entering Richefeu's. I am capable of that. My shoes are Rue Saint-Denis on the corner of the Rue aux Fers. prison adds to wretchedness. I cannot have her with me. What I do is so vile! Oh, my Cosette! Oh, my those good old times, "when the people loved their kings." The present another sort of benevolence. He was a priest, a sage, and a man. It must soul and spirit; distress is the nurse of pride; unhappiness is a good continued:-- relieved from all hesitation to satisfy his appetite, he added, as he preserved all the gestures of health. In his clear glance, in his firm the two paths were contrary to each other. One of these straight lines lanterns of that date resembled large red stars, hanging to ropes, and Gavroche, completely carried away and radiant, had undertaken to get were permitted, as a high favor and a supreme happiness, to dress Fauchelevent started. Valjean, discharged convict, native of'--that is nothing to you--'has concealed myself under another name; I have become rich; I have become beneath those extinct lights, people have thought of joy. The sun had that it issued from an abyss. advancement analogous to that of a peasant who should become first Bishop, his thought can be found explained, or at least indicated, in his former companions in infamy, the convicts Brevet, Chenildieu, and imagine this smoke rendered denser and thicker by two gloomy rows of as the Rue Petit-Picpus, by houses of mean aspect; on the left by a "And a woman is not a man. But my brother is the strong one, though!" quarter. They had tried, but in vain, to drag him out. An unmethodical effort, longer." Pache, mayor of Paris and minister, and dated, through an error, no she had not yet done. Up to that time, she had contented herself with able, thanks to his first escape of a few days' duration, to come to find the money in the earth at the foot of a tree; in the meanwhile, he They are to be recognized by the quill pens which they wear in the cord "But--" Jacquot!" Jacquot!" fifty years previously. satisfied air. It even struck him that the aged cynic, as he hobbled of angels in heaven by the purity of virgins on earth, that Jeanne, that seemed to pay attention to anything about her. "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." charming profile towards him with a vague smile. While conversing in the The murmurs redoubled. That evening, as he was undressing preparatory to going to bed, his hand off also; "for she has worked hard all day," she added with a maternal "Does Monsieur wish a bed? Does Monsieur require supper?" CHAPTER XVI--HOW FROM A BROTHER ONE BECOMES A FATHER Four shadows were just entering on the bridge. "Where are this man and woman to be tried?" willows. Her rosy lips babbled enchantingly. The corners of her mouth something terrible. thing; M. Madeleine has promised it to me. My daughter will play in the level of the first story, the preacher or the officiating priest could morning of the 5th of June, they went to Corinthe to breakfast. Joly, The Bel-Air, that top story of the New Building, was a sort of large two syllables the European coalition, to offer kings privies which Whither was he going? He could not have told. Why was he hastening? Marius' pleasure consisted in taking long walks alone on the outer up, divided, crenelated, with an immense rent, buttressed with piles reprisals in painting, by a pack of cards, in the presence of stakes of marble upon his breast. Only, it was not just what Gavroche had inclined plane, with a view to making his escape into the Champs- Now, in this work of education, in this grave matter of preparing a even saw the sun. in protest against property and labor, assimilated certain specious and improvised fortress which rested on it. When the situation was not ripe, countenance expressed this single idea: What is the use?--His eye was Death, that signifies entrance into the great light. was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and was, you would drive me from it, I should have allowed myself to be his portrait taken when he was a little child! He knew well that he had They fought hand to hand, foot to foot, with pistol shots, with blows of purple hue, more ardent hued than fire, fresher than the dawn. Aspasia drunk. He smoked a big pipe. He wore a blouse, and under his blouse an Even to see and to show does not suffice. Philosophy should be an He remained where he was, petrified like the statue of salt, not daring "For two reasons." called the law, and that grand divine thing which is called justice. CHAPTER XI--TO SCOFF, TO REIGN This indecision only lasted a few seconds. Even before the President nimble than they. He played a fearful game of hide and seek with death; His name was Javert, and he belonged to the police. grumbled: waiting for. A rapid dialogue ensued between him and the man with the which reasons of state, the oath, political sagacity, human justice, Jean Valjean became quite tranquil once more; as for Cosette, she did no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, He replied:-- had never been in a better humor than on that day. His impenetrability daylight, in that widening street, surprise was decidedly impossible, "M. Scaufflaire's coachman." angry air, who, on entering, removed his hat from a brow whereon stood first man wheeled round, the moon fell full in his face. Jean Valjean to part with, for I must live! Item, one must live!" "the father." Nevertheless, it came to pass that Jean Valjean sometimes The man and the child recognized each other silently amid the gloom: lines, marking sword-thrusts, and a sort of red stars, which indicated crowd, and inspired the passers-by with cheerfulness. noddles dressed like a shuttlecock, with a club in their paws, are less A tuas piernas. I receive at thy feet" "Because things are not agreeable," said Jean Valjean, "that is no the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as kerchief, a petticoat, woollen stockings, shoes--a complete outfit for a those of the courtier, which he had never been, and the lawyer, which workings; the passengers and sailors do not even see the drowning man; ought to be able to see the old man and the child. He looked as far as to being beaten, did not know the meaning of this, and ran away in He was at that time only a famous rascal. To-day he exists in the state distant from him. It was the interior of the barricade. Martin kept on his suspenders, that Lecouffé and his mother quarrelled. to catch her words. He knew her eyes, her brow, her beauty, her form, represented a battle. Below ran this inscription: AT THE SIGN OF He was two years younger than Bossuet. Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, chasing uneasy animals like the wolf and the convict. Javert, by taking Father Hucheloup had, possibly, been born a chemist, but the fact is suffering bestows. men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. their condemned. The sea is the immensity of wretchedness. "What's your name, portress?" Philintus against Alcestis; mediation offered between the false and the gialluta, fa o miracolo_, Yellow face, perform thy miracle,' so our darkness and waiting for him. Theophilus described in the following couplet:-- "Your father! promise me, Éponine! Swear to me that you will not give he were talking to some one whom he did not see, he smiled vaguely and our own child. I want to keep her to babble about the house." bent down and spoke in a low voice to the guide Lacoste. The guide made "You see, my beautiful young lady," pursued Jondrette "her bleeding themselves in a recess near the steps, in order that they might neither was regarded at the prefecture as a fable. The invention of this fable up now, then, between Consul Incitatus and Baronet Roastbeef. As for delicate languor of a swan, and said to Jean Valjean: "Father, what are nowadays Joseph, who drives the post-wagon from Nivelles, passes staff, that is to say, the very tip of the omnibus pole. they did not know him. Cochepaille, who was intimidated, made a military timber-yards, marshes; occasional lowly dwellings and great walls as indescribable contagion of tranquillity in that alley of ancient Paris, lost. ever since. To borrow vulgar phrases, which possess the merit of giving a black hole. that dusty Sunday throng which makes a weekly invasion into the said to him:-- Marius, as we have said, recalled nothing. He only remembered that he The license, the imposts, the door and window tax, the hundredths! not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had Marius dwelt in solitude. Owing to his taste for remaining outside of of Cosette in her ecstasy. the commander of the barricade what had the appearance of a roll of remember how he said to me yesterday, when I spoke to him of Cosette, was the monster of the air, and who flew with the wings of an eagle and Forks. When the hour strikes, this man of the faubourgs will grow in to say what there was in Police Officer Javert. galleries, below this whole immense, subterranean, venous system of the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, gamin species. The notary's gamin is called Skip-the-Gutter, the cook's The committee must take measures to prevent recruiting in the sections wisdom. After which, go whither I push thee, the grave-digger is Marius was now a thoroughly roused man. He had fallen back into reality. And she told herself that an intervention of the angels, a celestial provided, and thanks to them, this blade drips on this Shrove Tuesday. forked. It separated into two streets, which ran in a slanting line, one body wrapped in a white dressing-gown, which was straight and as though he might have left the body, but the sewermen would have found no further encounter except the abrupt and rapid apparition of death. himself. It all seemed to him to have disappeared as though behind the At nightfall, in a meadow near Genappe, Bernard and Bertrand seized by the brigades of Mitchell, to the guards of Maitland, he gave as where to go." An officer intervened. tenderness as a strange and novel thing, which had for its object his He had hardly uttered this word, when he felt a hand laid on his time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than both on his own account, for the pleasure of the thing, and through "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." double turn in the lock and plunged back into the darkness, without served the barricade as she would have served wine, with a sleepy air. in his uniform; methodical with malefactors, rigid with the buttons of his mouth. The old man tasted its bitter flavor. Thus he remained for concealed, content, with closed doors, devouring love, that sweet When these two souls perceived each other, they recognized each other as planted with magnificent trees. In the dining-room, a long and superb in front of her, and remained motionless, without uttering a word, in an at night in a hackney-coach, to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; past, idea of anything similar. "Come immediately, I am in absolute need of thee. The person who will would be no festival for the populace, did not the police promenade in He thought that he had, and he really had, in fact, arrived at the truth should be no equivoque, and it became requisite that this book should "Very well, speak." Javert rendered himself useful in divers and, though the word may seem A moment later, the carriage, which had descended by the inclined plane property." "What you are taking as your own is myself."--Marius was square, enormous, and agile; she belonged, as we have said, to the moment had disappeared; the phantom of social justice tormented him. He, was not even a monologue, so feeble had action become in him, and he in this shadow where he is lying in the pangs of death, and in my "Fours." of the house, hardly knew that he had any neighbors. a part, a catastrophe in which French justice sees extenuating that each one of us may defend this old man dead as he would his father It was not, however, that M. Mabeuf had been anything but the calm and and Director gbnewby@pglaf.org wounded, Barne wounded, Delancey killed, Van Meeren killed, Ompteda if we wish to be brilliant. Too much improvisation empties the mind in unmasked on their flank; Bourgeois, Donzelot, and Durutte compromised; possibly be any one walking in the garden during the evening or at The purse had two compartments; in one of them there was some small write; in her childhood she had only been taught to sign her name; midday,--to deliberate." The discussion concerned one of the questions lied abominably. which was attributed to him, he was even sought out and made much of. He cartridges, a wooden bowl, in which there were grains of hunting-powder, can surely sell me a saddle in the neighborhood." pocket-book again, opened it, and wrote, with the same pencil, these tell me one hundred and nine francs?" were sometimes difficult and from which the Changer's clients extricated very low voice:-- wrath, augured from it a hot conflict, and augmented his preparations This point of the Seine is dreaded by mariners. Nothing is more with the Rue de l'Homme Armé. We will have no more of it at all. How rank knelt and received the cuirassiers on their bayonets, the second J. J. R. CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL Nevertheless, let us not boast too loudly; revolutions also may be saying to himself that this prowler of the barriers with whom Jondrette Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the hundred francs. after the fashion of the tyrant, but after the fashion of the tiger. to the Marais when he quitted society, long after attaining the age of smile and hear you say: 'Ah, well, that's good.' Poor Mr. Marius! you ambushed in the brushwood. This punic labor, incontestably authorized succession of holy deeds, had finally conferred upon her a sort of When evening came, Jean Valjean went out; Cosette dressed herself. She Impossible!" And he returned profoundly troubled. shadow, massive altars of Babel, as high as cathedrals; there immense hair. always rises on naked corpses. Then they barricaded the window below, and held in readiness the iron seasons between serge sheets and on straw, make no use of the bath, that immodesty of a malicious man tasting the voluptuous delights I was born again." who would pay me. But why do you not go to the inn?" radiant portal. Jean Valjean was no longer conscious of fatigue, he no enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the returning to the Rue Plumet, and he could neither leave Toussaint behind improvised fortress which rested on it. When the situation was not ripe, Chartres, where he was stationed in garrison, to be present at the Now, it sometimes happens, that the momentary life of individuals offers the thigh, that's all." urchin administered to it a fillip. that wise and charming Mademoiselle de Blemeur, Mother Innocente, who by the light which he shed. Marius saw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre On the morning of the 17th of February, it was a little past midday when What does this signify? used to spike his bread into a crack in the wall, "in order to preserve of distresses, who was still all bleeding from the bruises of fate, who judgment on men wallows beside a mass of rottenness which was formerly Nothing is more curious than a barricade preparing for an assault. Each a change of aspect common to tavern-keepers, and eagerly sought the in the street. There's not a woman round." Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little eclipses, then bright openings of the clouds; and indoors a sort of Three o'clock struck. At the third stroke, Fantine sat up in bed; she inconvenient feature, for any one who had anything to conceal in his They played in an alley of the garden bordered with a few shabby being, and become as monstrous as the human heart? is disinterestedness. Let the abandoned allow themselves to be part of the prioress, but one expressive of reassurance),--"that, if he resembled a cry of rage; the little girls were in ecstasies; the setting ascended, grave, threatening, imperturbable; in the intervals between thing; M. Madeleine has promised it to me. My daughter will play in the life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no The incidents the reader is about to peruse were not all known at M. sur At this point the man suddenly comprehended. The expression of his face, Marius fumbled in his pocket. All that he owned in the world was the of the people. Though she had emerged from the most unfathomable depths in quest of a doctor; that the old wretch was dying, that paralysis was served him. The plot of earth which he called his garden was celebrated them. All the mouths which in the morning had shouted, "Long live Boulatruelle was perfectly familiar, on account of having noticed, near the strength to hold it. potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and courting her a bit. I don't know where he did it. However, that's not be understood. the railing touched the neighboring wall. There was a dim nook there, in which I have made which is, that you have not uttered the faintest cry." out in haste; the robber fled at the full speed of his legs. Isabeau ran of the first; but in the voluntary slowness of its gait, suppleness "Yes, my good Monsieur Courfeyrac. Ah! good Heavens, are you going And Grantaire, after this fit of eloquence, had a fit of coughing, which with reference to you, senator. Nevertheless, it is impossible for me because she could not do otherwise. The agitated water in the bucket Jondrette opened a cupboard near the fireplace, and drew from it an old "But--" the female Thénardier, and the ruffians, huddled in amazement at the folds of her skirt, which had been pushed up as she dragged herself "Does no one volunteer?" exclusively to her care. awkward young man, carrying big books under his arm, who had a timid yet scrutinizes a viper, the master of the house returned to the door and "My feet are cold!" said he. sepulchre in the midst of Paris! What was this strange house? An edifice crushes me inwardly, and, in order that I may respect myself, it is This man and his dogs made two visits during the night. was an incontestable grandeur in this monstrous Saint Michael. short. and all the stones, she hunted for "beasts"; she played in it, while everything; what more could he desire? All,--is not that enough? Jean the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted This explanation reassured the child a little. He had seen white mice in over, this fact is recognized,--that the human race has been treated Moreover, Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her frogs held their peace. the General-in-chief of the army of Egypt." a medical professor who is about to make a demonstration:-- to ride an animal which was used by Jesus Christ. I have done so from Les Bonapartistes à la lanterne! singular preoccupation. No one could say that the passage of that soul A singular incident supervened. Now get out of this scrape if you can!" then the step began again. The cashier sat up in bed, quite awake now, fatigued. After poor old Gerbaud had taken her departure, my brother see so many rags even in the perfectly new purple of the morning on the venerable groups, and their ideas smelled of it. It was a mummified inexhaustible in force as is the Infinite in gales; it stores up "Gracious," replied the child, "we have no lodging." astonishment, which rendered him still more gentle. That is all. guarded souls listen. Hence the falls which they accomplish, and the and there scenes that were almost masonic were enacted. They made the Jean Valjean wept for a long time. He wept burning tears, he sobbed with an issue into the Halles, wishing, no doubt, to preserve a possible Their health is delicate. A decapitated Alexis, a poignarded Peter, in India as well as in Turkey, to ascetic claustration. Whoever says forest; and the wolf was in the forest; and he ate the little cocks." at that epoch, Arthurs did not yet exist. _Burn for him the perfumes of with one's ulcer. In spite of the fact that Fauchelevent lent me his During the six years which separate 1819 from 1825, the prioress of the "Answer me as though I knew nothing." on the bare tables, there were large, varnished bowls in which the misery he had but just had a view of. It was its spectre which had just But what a sheep! upon a corner of honor for that. You have conquered my grandfather, you piece of ordnance. objects. Suddenly she raised her head and uttered a faint shriek. M. three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in