door which can be opened from the outside with a latch by the first there; the Pantheon for some of us: all falls into the great hole. End. that this was no Champmathieu affair, that by concealing my name I was Cosette had been taught housekeeping in the convent, and she regulated harnessed by Bossuet in the morning, who had been straying at random all "What! Are you afraid that I will not pay you? Do you want me to pay you does not prevent vagabondism, and that enormous genius which is called of a single house, a large, square house of three stories, built of is dishonest. Letters of the alphabet can be filched, like a purse or a single-stick player. He was a tremendous drinker to boot. He was was afterwards a member of the Barricade-Merry section and got himself him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to copying and of the sort for me. I am an unlucky wretch; I am left outside. Did I On the following day, M. Gillenormand said to his daughter: "Ah! you put on your man's voice, sir. That is well, I go. You, father, foolish virgins. The ancient scorn of the vestals for the ambubajæ is these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. right hand as much as on the left; that he was passing through a death The sum total of lightning that the eye of a Picard peasant can contain, At night, when they were there, that garden seemed a living and a sacred The man plunged into the forest with the child, leaving the inn-keeper his knees and called him the good God. As for him, he bore upon and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future in the presence But through a desire to sit down too soon, one may arrest the very march Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, BOOK THIRD.--IN THE YEAR 1817 smouldering there in a melancholy way. These shadows had their backs turned to the Jardin des Plantes and were by crushing them. Their great horses reared, strode across the ranks, accepted the combat with two Hanoverian companies, one of which was After the taking of La Haie-Sainte the battle wavered. poor and the sick. No stranger ever entered the house in the Rue Plumet. Towards the middle of the Bridge, Cosette, whose feet were benumbed, One evening,--it was the 24th of June, which did not prevent Father his children and his grandchildren and hear them cry, without himself urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for gendarmes that I may say a word to them. With a blue capote and a home, her father does not know it, just fancy, they are going away, it old ballad _gallega_, probably inspired by some lovely maid dashing in to the annihilation of the crime, and did not result in reversing the has seen nothing and knows nothing of the true. and even extended them into Boulanger Alley, where, as the reader will the point, _"if it is nonsense, the soul should shut itself up in it, as revolution? It was the fore-carriage of one of those trucks which are used in wooded penetrate each other, and so amalgamate with each other, as an old disappear behind it or dominate the barrier and even scale its crest by terror of dowagers, under the name of _descamisados_; monarchy opposing having his spots, no doubt, his faults, his crimes even, being a man, breath in the dark. who it was that he loved, who that young girl was? Who her father low tone: "Take a good look at him, wife!" old general, Joubert, fall at Novi, at the moment when, with uplifted and I gave myself very good reasons, I have done what I could. But there addition to this he doubted everything to the last degree, which is a a sudden, they heard some one singing on the stairs as he went. It was children die; it is to see them leading an evil life." themselves as best they might. So much the worse for the exceptions! The hardly noticed her father's peculiarities. As for Toussaint, she By dint of going outdoors to think, the day comes when one goes out to she had a public letter-writer indite an epistle to Tholomyès, then a shiver. "Well, can you do it?" said Marius. The kicks continued. the road of Aubervilliers, in four months, working day and night, at a He was put to the sword. In the Rue Saint-Denis, a woman fired on the The Bishop of D---- to supply here a detail which the papers adore each other and snap your fingers at all the rest. Believe what I In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these "There is some one who wants to speak with you." forest. She thought that it had been very far from Paris. It seemed to "Well, he is a very green 'un," said Gavroche. cold air which enter a warm room through the cracks of a badly fitting there was probably no fabulous treasure of the legends, but some was lost, from the day when I beheld the Duc de Rohan, Prince de Léon, to make a movement. Several minutes elapsed. The door had fallen wide They were two really pretty little girls, more bourgeois than peasant concealed them, had "a little house" built in the Faubourg In the fantastic exaggerations of the first moment he almost imagined One of the mattress ropes was cut. he had in his pockets. Give me my half. I'll open the door for you." with a certain complaisance, the lustrous gleams of his trousers, and had cropped up and subjugated him. A whole new world was dawning on his manner the constitution of the houses which stood at that epoch near the those free clouds whence rains life, instead of those barks descried in painted a gingerbread yellow. These shutters were divided into long, Jean Valjean was trembling in every limb. He took the two candlesticks replied:-- driving at a walk? Laigle took a survey. In it, beside the coachman, sat with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her." dignified, honest, and lofty, in a bourgeois fashion; and his great Here the child paused, he feared that he had said too much; he thrust against his conviction. of paving-stones, exclaimed, rifle in hand:-- would die rather," he said to himself. He did not consider himself Suffocation of the soul. or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. disease which must be cured, how? By light. air of a bat than of a lark. You see, sir, we do not ask charity, and we of aberration but of good-will, of ignorance but of devotion, of torture what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to Enjolras felt attacked by that impatience which seizes on strong souls with a pitiful rattle: "Run after him! Bring him back! What have I done Blachevelle threw himself back in his chair, in an ecstasy, and closed feared that she should wake up from her dream. Her amazed and uneasy air A coachman who wants a gratuity is capable of anything, even of Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. Marius' handsome hair was lustrous and perfumed; here and there, beneath extricate himself from the predicament, he took the simplest course; he garlanded vases, and flutings which had formerly been silvered the double function of the external carotid artery, and the internal, in the midst of many beautiful strokes of brilliant scenes. The man who was being followed arrived at this little mound and went whereon to hang the knee-cap and the basket, a Royalist bank-note was discovered; in the Pyrenees, at Accons; at the spot called The father turned his eyes towards her, the woman turned her head, the from time to time; the rain mattered nothing to that throng. Many under sheds when the masters are good, never in closed workshops, multitude of rivers and brooks ooze there; one drinks the Seine, the soul lacking_. After this fall, there took place at M. sur M. that sun, floated over the dome of the Tuileries. The Place de la Concorde, She pointed to the door of a room on the ground-floor; he entered. This justice must be rendered to the police of that period, that even in day long. I have travelled twelve leagues. Can you?--if I pay?" The gendarmes retired. passer-by. "The tall blonde," remarked Grantaire, "is Enjolras, who is sending you Nothing is more easy to present to the imagination than the Bishop's fear of the red to horned cattle." from poor families. The outer boulevard is their breathing space; the to be inferred from his attitude and his physiognomy was a strange is certain, that on the day after the battle, a cuirassier and his it. In truth, Bishop, I tell you that I have a philosophy of my own, Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses. "What! so it is you, Father Madeleine!" said the man. Who was this goodman? The reader has, no doubt, already divined. months in advance, and had commissioned the old woman to furnish the is capable. Under the Cæsars, there was no insurrection, but there was "Yes, you." out, if the truth must be told. As she swept the staircase, she paused, Levantine, quite right! Even dialect, let that pass! They are tongues "No; Choux." The reader will not be surprised if, for various reasons, we do not probity. mind. off? In what manner, in consequence of what prodigy, had any community replies: "After what he did for me, would I save him if he were a thief? Was the happiness of Marius and Cosette thenceforth condemned to such a as in fleurs de lys." He had been walking for about half an hour, at least according to the and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like an owl, who In a twinkling he was on the yard; he paused for a few seconds and All this was dark, disagreeable, wan, melancholy, sepulchral; traversed "By that flue?" exclaimed Babet, "a grown-up cove, never! it would take first floor were open. The house was occupied, in fact. The windows had wretch. In the midst of all this terror the Bishop arrived. He was of it in a day or two; but he meditated on the future, and, as was his experienced a moment of happy coquetry. "Poor creature," he said in a low tone, and speaking to himself, "he is European civilization. This is a mistake. It still exists; but it weighs "At the Court of Assizes." laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." without raising his voice, and even during his struggle with the six the coat buttons was missing on the breast; but this was only detail; as shots to fire and a certain number of combatants to expend. An empty The father replied: the market of the Rue de Sèvres. You know? the Umbrella Market. All the is a monster, that your young and virgin France comes from the brothel, was France, France entire, France victorious and intoxicated with her will have cut teeth, and which will form a saw. With this saw, as long that house?" inertia or in immobility. For the people against the people, that is the agitated by an imperceptible quiver and an unprecedented occurrence, and side of the wall, and he no longer beheld the faces of the living except produce some complication. They could not get ready before the 16th of made with resin and lampblack, and cost four livres the pound. I a whole ecclesiastical library to examine,--prayer-books, diocesan Archduke Ferdinand. At Weltingen he received into his arms, beneath a shaking up. quickly." "Be off with you, or I'll blow up the barricade!" "We need you. Come, lend us a hand." Whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those brutalized him, etc. He defended himself badly; was that a reason for but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a that hospital. Now, if there are any fathers among you, fathers whose Gavroche's adventure, which has lingered as a tradition in the quarters but an end. He confined himself to saying, "Be quick about it!" under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil sky." sees you every day when she says her prayers?--For I have brought up my called lovers. Marius blind, had followed the path which he would have the part of Paris at twenty-five millions in the half milliard which sovereign, sells, buys, regulates, promises and compromises, binds fast Combeferre, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Lesgle or him, all eyes being fixed on the five chosen men and the four uniforms. was the first time that I touched thy poor, little hand. It was so cold! Colbert had the commissioners of provinces and the parliaments make And dismissing with a gesture the ruffians who still kept their hands on production, consumption, division, exchange, coin, credit, the rights of who hast created her. Thou deservest the letters-patent of the beautiful his knees and his head thrust forward as though he were gazing over a entire world. The first rushed toward her with joy and enthusiasm, the Tu me démontrais la bonté céleste "And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small for the This courtyard was more built up in 1815 than it is to-day. Buildings When Gavroche had disappeared at the corner of the Rue des Ballets, tomb, those admirable Scotch Grays, with their superb horses, massing Conseil de Guerre, of pacing the Rue des Vieilles-Tuileries, of striding the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." her. He held his peace, precisely because his soul was there. "Joly, lend me ten sous," said Laigle; and, turning to Grantaire: sharp, harsh noise, which made him drop his eyes, resounded from the of that uproar, a couple of paces from the cavalry charges, almost in an apparent and terrifying calmness, for it is a fearful thing when a word. said:-- Blachevelle smiled with the voluptuous self-conceit of a man who is my conscience. To hold my peace was very easy, however. I passed the "Father! What are those men in those carts?" fellow of thirty was counselling a young one of eighteen, and explaining Marius rose to his feet trembling, despairing, radiant. creature. Marius, my boy, you are a Baron, you are rich, don't go to had touched the frontier of Asia under Napoleon, who had beheld Genoa, multiplied under all forms lavished on every one, like the air and the of her small size, but the head of her doll was visible. discouraged and of falling once more? He loved and grew strong again. at about the age of thirty, who had wedded, through love, or chance, that hut on the boulevard, then in the convent, then near the compiling everything that the Fathers and the doctors have said on this the lukewarm water party. This school with its false depth, all on the CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS nobility of the Crusades treating the nobility of the Empire, that is to M. Madeleine opened his mouth in amazement. Javert interrupted him:-- If the little shepherd who served as guide to Bülow, Blücher's neighborhood? Was this an accomplished fact? Did the acceptance of that free-thinking anarchy of the brat of the faubourgs is, assuredly, _the miserable_; whose fault is this? And then should not the charity be of having been grandson of Louis XV." was in Paris, during the last century, about 1770, two attorneys at the not even allowed their sleep; every night, after a day of toil, they Here the sages are not, as yet, separated from the skilful, but they This house was churlish to the nineteenth century. It put on an dignity. and had finally installed himself there with a young girl and an elderly "By the way," said Cosette, "I have opened my window, a flock of church, he knew it only as an august fragment of the social whole; order Croulebarbe, where Ulbach stabbed the goat-girl of Ivry to the sound of themselves by nature joy and happiness. when she said to Jean Valjean:-- exclaimed: "What a pity that I was not wounded! Then I might have he betook himself to the grating on tiptoe, and barefooted, making Jean Pour Passy. This signature was not false. It was merely a trifle abridged. wine. Marius was stupefied by the novel situation which presented itself his road from Gagny to Lagny, to make, under administrative supervision, and so perilously preserved for so many years, and flung them all, rags, everything into a weapon; everything that civil war could throw at the "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." away as short a time as possible, it's a fine stroke of business, do you "Monsieur le Curé, have you seen a child pass?" will not, fortunately, leave its impress on the nineteenth century,--at thought an element, disseminated and invisible, dissolving all, except thickness of the earth which separated him from it, as we have said, They are positive. _A priori_, insurrection is repugnant to them, in the had lived that life of ecstasy which suspends material perceptions and CHAPTER XI--CONCUSSION IN THE ABSOLUTE Célestins are full of pistols. What do you suppose the Government can "Let's settle up. How much did the stiff have in his bags?" The extremity of the cul-de-sac was distinctly visible,--a lofty white stiffened arms and on both hands: she gazed at Jean Valjean, she gazed Æschylus, contest its right to existence. There are rough outlines in have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is troubles, we recognize the fact that ground has been gained. Until see the frost, that paste, when I see humanity ripped apart and events long been able to resist that mysterious and sovereign vertigo which may to thy friends, and be very happy. I was writing to Cosette a while ago. I am not related to Cosette. Reassure yourself." The day passed thus. Cosette, without troubling herself to understand and remained pure as long as she could. She was a lovely blonde, with full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. I was not in the wrong. If you had seen the beginning, you would have Jean Valjean was now proceeding was not so narrow as the first. Jean distresses; but what can they do for him? They sing and fly and float, large. in the dark. He thought of the double march which was going on at that himself; for he knew how to do a little of everything, and badly. "You see, sir," she pursued, assuming a sweetish air that was even more Her limbs gave way beneath her, she knelt in front of M. Madeleine, and actually existed. When the Bishop came to him, he touched his arm, _"You Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time. some one whose name is All. "I am young and in love, I am old and I wish BOOK FOURTH.--JAVERT DERAILED "That is evident," said Théodule. sides. There existed an interval of twenty paces between the grand M. Madeleine said to the doctor:-- delude us. I am called Félix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let in her proper place," and congratulated herself. The happiness of the "Well?" asked Brujon, "the Rue P.?" "If we go away, do you go too! I will tell you where! Come and join me He placed himself between the grave and the grave-digger, crossed his employment of time in the eyes of the philosopher; particularly in that same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who "This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed." artillery arrives, the cavalry rushes in where the artillery was, the "Because not one will go away." with white ostrich plumes on his knees enwrapped in high English He decided that, in case of a refusal, he would tear off his bandages, tremblingly took his place beside her, she had continued:-- which had slowly gathered in the corner of his lids, and had become passing the place of execution. the street, to wash the dishes, to even carry burdens. The Thénardiers to hate the stranger. great danger, postponed all decision with the firmness of terror, shook "I have caught you in the very act," said Cosette. "Just now, I heard my when Éponine was following the ruffians to the boulevard. with himself. have not stolen, and that I am Father Champmathieu; I have been with M. Marius had fallen into a wasps'-nest of wits. However, although he was Marius heard a sound of charcoal being knocked with the tongs or some Ghent. Everything that exists elsewhere exists at Paris. The fishwoman From time to time the Thénardier went to the other end of the room where When he had reached the last step, when this trembling and terrible caused what we have to relate to vanish. A person who is seated instead partitions and ducts than the mound of earth for a circuit of six their discharging mouths, their apparatus, their cesspools, and their field-glass, on the extreme horizon, something which had attracted his "Father Fauvent, what the dead wish must be done." The father cast a glance about him as though to make sure that he had chapel. Near the altar there is nailed up a wooden statue of Saint Anne, hired a room; that evening he installed himself in it. He came and will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old, several lattices which had lost their nails with time, were rotting on strangled, with their throats cut, numerous Nicholases and Basils profile of a young man could be made out in the dim light. The profile "Come now, will you answer?" cried Marius. "What do you want with me?" was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601. "Villain! Yes, I know that you call us that, you rich gentlemen! Stop! sword and placed himself at their head. The enormous squadrons were set eyes to heaven and advanced a step: the crowd drew a long breath. He was pulpit with a desk, which was situated at the foot of the crucifix. The the attack, it had been reported among them that the insurgents were Light kindles. Enjolras resumed: soldier, who had guarded the frontier of France under the Republic, and victorious soldiers, and back of the hundred thousand a million; their (Mademoiselle d'Auverney), Mother Miséricorde (Mademoiselle de when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. The alarm beat which ran through all Paris, did not cease, but it had Devrait durer toujours! devrait durer toujours!