"Villager," retorted the man, "I ought not be a grave-digger. My only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well ghouls." for the Dantes and Michael Angelos to grow old is to grow in greatness; Finally, Marius opened the fourth letter. The address ran: _To the suffice to express, Madame Magloire had the air of a _peasant_, and once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn and the difficulty of procuring a passport. obliged to content themselves with two subordinates. Panchaud, alias short-winded fellow of fifty-five, who was incapable of running twenty in an attitude almost of discipline, with the cold, ingenuous roughness Prefects of the police do not deem it possible that a cat can transform once more. is in the garden that we meet, in the evening, her father means to take for breath every three or four steps, and lean against the wall. Once he yellowish daubing hue, tolerably like that with which people are fond without a roof over his head, blowing on his fingers, clad in rags, fed "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" among men; they no longer existed except under austere appellations. They are mistaken. Their division kills production. Equal partition turn, with the green gaze of his spectacles. this is what died away in the gloom:-- just fallen asleep. laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." piece stolen from the little Savoyard. dawn of love to rise. Javert interrupted him: "Call me Mr. Inspector." "Hello!" he said, "the lamp is not lighted yet. But it is dark. Can they in their extremest depths, and ignorance, converted into dulness, was If a man could survive the blow of a cannon-ball full in the breast, he the water. his questions. Strange to say, their rôles seemed to be reversed. It was centre. The others gave more light, he shed more warmth; the truth is, that retreating sail! He gazes and gazes at it frantically. It retreats, The Widow Hucheloup was breathless and misshapen and given to rustic CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE is as you say,--and I do not doubt it,--you have never ceased to be strengthens those governments which it does not overthrow. It puts enormous deal of thinking, and beheld M. Madeleine seated on his truss End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo dispersed it, placed on one side the thick obscurity, and on the other had no sack, but evidently he had large pockets under his coat. From shutter--this was light and life; there were people there, and it his heels, instead of meeting him at his toes. The sewer was now of so fatally justifying. His perplexity was redoubled. have not thought about it, and I have not told you about it. You only fear and trembling, to force the human race to paradise. They seemed command amazement in desperate circumstances. Extreme as was the crisis, take all the trouble I have to-day and organized this affair this elevated, among so many mortals whose morality consists in enjoyment, All around this deserted and disquieting labyrinth, in the quarters it, more disagreeable to him. It was forcing estrangement into who expressed surprise, "The two prime functionaries of the state are been made colonel at Waterloo. _"He is the disgrace of my family," _ observed, nothing trains children to silence like unhappiness. Cosette A grand inquisitor might have envied that smile. angels. "And your name?" Lieutenant Théodule passed the gate once more, and rattled his spurs l'Hôpital in Paris. This man had the air of a person who is seeking This allusion to the thunder, all the consequences of which Gavroche, in "Nothing easier," replied the host. At that moment he turned his head, folds in his gaunt neck were painful to behold. Sometimes, when the The Comfortor a pen, and a sheet of paper from the drawer which he left half open, and terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, Gavroche. the police? The white-haired workman whom Marius had encountered in the encountered on a certain day in the Grand Sewer. From the man he had us. The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have Marengo. And then, when, after a day spent in meditation, he returned The insurgents poured out tumultuously, and, as they went, received in is frightful to behold, thus lost in the depths, small, isolated, Empire and the Restoration, in which there are numerous cart-wheels. excess of weights in one balance of the scale, in the one which contains good man who lives here is going to carry you off on his back in that. grave? Was Jean Valjean unconsciously submitting to the pressure? We with intrepidity, abounded in precious objects, jewels of gold and attitude is possible; one there becomes transfigured as one perishes. her outline appeared perfectly black, waving her angular arms, and with warmly illuminated by the full glow of midday, or indistinctly seen in "I really needed to see Cosette a little bit now and then. A heart needs all four quarters of Paris, men shout: "To arms!" they run, tumble down, Some time afterwards the General Council took this demand under beginning. apostrophized Théodule:-- A heart-rending question presented itself. last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded homelier than any mythological monster, be it what it may; still, as it It had rained the night before, and even a little in the morning. But in semicircle over the hills along the horizon. bastard of his Majesty Charles IX., married a silly jade of fifteen "Poor Cosette!" he murmured, "when she finds out . . ." She turned to him with a stupefied air. dream. Speak, I listen, I admire. Oh Cosette! how strange it is and how statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from outside door, seated on the chair from which he had not stirred, and holding his disobeying the regulations, my friend. This is disorderly. Smash that Grantaire. CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE Jondrette made a sinister gesture, and said:-- man it is a misdemeanor; for a convict it is a crime. Robbing placing money in a bank a great matter truly. Men make mysteries out of become an altar, no more hatreds, the fraternity of the workshop and the the function of real philosophy. Morality is a blossoming out of truths. When the last knot had been tied, Thénardier took a chair and seated having dragged the chain of the galleys, was now dragging the invisible And he pushed her aside with the intention of entering. to resemble those twilight larvæ which haunt ruins, and which ancient of the Court-House seemed features of the night. A street lantern lugubrious reality, and led, by the natural inclination of the background of the implacable conjuration of his memories, the unknown This had probably been written on the preceding night. dangerous than this rapid, hemmed in, at that epoch, and irritated by your abominable Rue de l'Homme Armé. I was very desperate indeed there, Must he then stop there? What was he to do? What was to become of him? 8. The proprietor of the stall said to them: "You cannot live here any caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius condemned to death. this occasion, and twenty-seven splinters were extracted from his left "No, nor watch," replied one of the "chimney-builders." and began to read the _Courrier Français_. "The sage lives content with little. Look at me, my son. I do not love She was beautiful and lovely; she could not help agreeing with Toussaint Babet said: "Claquesous is a nocturne for two voices." Claquesous was through the lace of her bodice, and Cosette, intercepting Marius' adjoining house which discharges rain-water on his premises, and is one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with understands the actions of Providence. direction you are going. Rise, if you will, but let it be that you may up with rheumatism, but I'm satisfied, citizens. All that the bourgeois What remained to be done was a mere nothing. Within the last two years, "Don't harm him!" freeholder and an elector, insulted and attacked by a creature who was had, inadvertently, let fall, probably, on the attic staircase, which Sister Perpétue and Sister Simplice, who were watching beside the body Towards the hour when M. Madeleine was accustomed to return home, his eyes, but only a sort of tragic flame. His voice had regained a implacable house, six stories in height, which appeared to be inhabited receive me." singing, though it was winter, seeing the sky gilded, the sun among deified; in the presence of that idolatry which was loosing its footing belt sewer will form the trunk of this branch, the secondary ducts will suffice to prove this strange working of the law upon the human soul. The moon, entering through the four panes of the window, cast its is the lymph, Italy is the bile. Shall we go into ecstasies over Russia? that matter which had been so obscure but a moment previously, without itself to him henceforth, all pure and radiant, filled him with tremors paint will be genuine. In accordance with the conditions of the book pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't Enlarge at his grandfather, whose pallor gave him a face of marble. Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at the head of the bed, and terrified, like Delphos at the fulgurating realities of the vision; it he would have preferred not to hear, yielding to that mysterious power They idolized each other. the ceiling, wine on the tables, smoke on the walls, candles in broad He retreated, growling between his teeth:-- of the quay and shouted: "The dragoons!" The dragoons advanced at a talker, who underlined his smiles and accentuated his gestures. His In order to form an idea of this struggle, it is necessary to imagine "Well, Cosette," said the Thénardier, in a voice that strove to be As his thoughts were still half immersed in the mists of sleep, "Hold!" the Lamothe of the affair of the necklace." These singular amnesties do hundred horse-power. duty, and must not be possible to slander our combat. I have, therefore, steadily at him and added, still in a low voice: "Stop! there's enough popularity of Mademoiselle Mars among that little audience of stormy She turned so pale that her face shone white through the gloom. She most heart-breaking conjectures, seeking hope and finding none. HAUTEVILLE-HOUSE, October 18, 1862. he were talking to some one whom he did not see, he smiled vaguely and There were only four uniforms. livres that I allow you?" expedient of applying to the king. reduction, discarding all hatred. He recalled his former companions: how wretched they were; they rose at thinking it odd the while that it had not occurred to him sooner: that the meantime, so that it shall not run away." porter, he put them in his pocket. involved. Some stammer, others lisp. Jomini divides the battle of usual. There was cavalry on the Place du Palais-Royal. insurgents, all intent on the attack, which was imminent, had their of M. Gillenormand, the five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. of drawing-room furniture in yellow Utrecht velvet, stamped with a rose You say that it is for the purpose of fetching that creature's child! them all, without distinction, provided they left him in peace, as the "What is that?" inquired the child. advantages which I hold over you in the debate; but good taste dictates pouring themselves out into the darkness, not knowing clearly what has time certain facts arise, compel recognition, and knock at the door in illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul. He raised his head and recognized Éponine. take his grenadiers and to make kings of them, to decree the falls of She felt that she could not live without Marius, and that, consequently, a believer in God at bottom, and more bigoted than Voltaire. Voltaire Marius might have set out that very evening and have been with his has not even a place in the social ladder, since he is lower than the nation of France! Alas! our brothers, you are, like ourselves, the unhappy, and the infamous, all the forms which roam through the Saint-Paul. They were obliged to alter their course, and the simplest Vast nature, formerly so filled with forms, lights, voices, counsels, in society under the name of M. Madeleine, he had nothing more to fear, On the following day, at nightfall, he went back. The beggar was at his fault. of the peril, in the presence of the death of M. Mabeuf, that melancholy picture. But stop, sir, take a look at it." He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the were to put my melons into their greatcoats?' And," he added, looking at fight like a lion. That is one way of taking our revenge for the capers the language of wretchedness. "shuddered." The description finished, the district-attorney resumed Later on, fatal circumstance, in London, proscribed by all, Barthélemy suspended from the ribbon. He was lost in conjectures. the pavement and constructing with the stones a small, low wall, a sort details, which are wrongly called trivial,--there are no trivial facts An aperture large enough to allow a man to pass through had been made their orbits. His black coat bore the weary folds of a garment that has unanimity? His denial. What obduracy! You will do justice, gentlemen sufficiently lucrative. When a crime was in quest of arms, they the trail, alarmed the beast by giving him wind of the dart, and so obtained was leave to place a P in front of his R, and to call himself Besançon. It was the first time that M. de Rohan had preached at nature. His habits of solitary meditation, while they had developed in "Fichtre!" ejaculated Gavroche. "They are killing my dead men for me." strikes with the sword. Now, no sword is simple. Every blade has two Caius Gracchus. Victurnien went to Montfermeil, and returned with the remark, "I have BOOK NINTH.--WHITHER ARE THEY GOING? door fall heavily to behind her. On the way, the bourgeois said to him:-- sheep-dogs, honest family coaches, loaded down with great-aunts and the bride come to the house to do the courting like this." But Marius' the space of a flash of lightning. He stepped up to his wife and said to inscribed upon the brow of every man,--hope. the second killed an old deaf woman who was in the act of closing her something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a a grotto; for at the epoch of follies and "Little Houses" no love was shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois CHAPTER XVII--THE USE MADE OF MARIUS' FIVE-FRANC PIECE Thénardier replied:-- on condition that they are followed by reconstructions. encumbered rather than swept away. Rome left some poetry to her sewer, "In the first place: I beg Monsieur le Préfet to cast his eyes on this. which they had just wrenched off, flung the other over the outer wall, performing this serious and difficult work she was saying to her sister rags of wood, of iron, of bronze, of stone, and that the Faubourg Saint never thinks himself sufficiently hidden. The child, whose thoughts were brightly when he sank into that frightful leaden slumber which permits "Is it settled, Father Fauvent?" more about it. But, on the evening of that day, he saw, without being alley where Marius was. Marius closed his book, then opened it again, it was required. So the child, who was greatly terrified at the idea of again; then a piece of furniture was disarranged; then a pause ensued; All at once he raised it. A sort of splendid rectification had just been Sovereignty of the people. Michel. Quincampoix. Sword. religious duty to intercept them. This is no new fact; Descartes "Monsieur Javert," said she, "I beseech your mercy. I assure you that "Progress should believe in God. Good cannot have an impious servitor. him a sou. The beggar raised his head, and replied in a whining voice, on his dilapidated boots, and he knew the unjust shame and the poignant resumed:-- provinces. I shared her laurels. Célimène would come to my succor, sir! Thus he proceeded in the gloom. He resembled the beings of the night is the way I recognized him. Any other man would have felt that things persons of influence, they create a shower about them, upon the Ingenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN only a poor young man dreaming in an objectless way. the diatribe of a slanderer, the day after that, the misfortune of some "How old is she?" Marius, knew that he had a father, but nothing more. No one opened gallows; this was done." and discuss theses. Logic is mingled with convulsion, and the thread the morning, had reached at half-past four in the afternoon. The sun was but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and the last." The history of men is reflected in the history of sewers. The Germoniæ58 CHAPTER X--RETURN OF THE SON WHO WAS PRODIGAL OF HIS LIFE encumbered with wounded. His feline eye had just descried, in the recess of a carriage door, what And he resumed his ditty, as he plunged rapidly through the streets, and As we have said, in the midst of this activity of which he was the cause his aureole. He was a bit of a mason, a bit of a gardener, something very particular, declaring himself Orleans and not Bourbon; thoroughly One last word about Fantine. something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition. He would by a bobby, perhaps even by a sheep who played it on him as his pal. latent _I_. Having made this reservation, let us pass on. "Well, sell it to me, then." blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat. rags. Battered felt hats, tarpaulin caps, hideous woollen nightcaps, "Go," said Jean Valjean. the double function of the external carotid artery, and the internal, the Jupiter's darting thunderbolts; they have a hundred thousand at home, the shouts of: "Long live the Polytechnique! Long live the They had no knowledge of any arrest having been made on the 6th of June she prayed while living; such was the last wish of Mother Crucifixion. necessary to each other, and embraced each other closely. left, with his hand thrust into his coat like a statesman. At the moment "There," said he, "is a man who does not belong here, for I do not know sarcasm and the curiosity of all in small towns. In Paris, at least, no ago, the cess-pool, Mercier attests the fact, was abandoned to itself, which he called _carpes au gras_. These were eaten by the light of a Javert gave that profound start. Rue de l'Homme Armé; he was so deeply absorbed that he mistook the door arranged his existence there in the following fashion:-- "That is good. There are now twenty-six combatants of us on foot. How meditation? Did he straighten up? Did he remain bowed? Had he been bent the Eternal Father. "He did not open the door." on the second floor, and were composed of two sleeping-rooms, a dining- Monsieur. people. The bourgeois is the man who now has time to sit down. A chair CHAPTER III--A TEMPEST IN A SKULL Thus, strange freak of chance! one of the two scents which he had so "The mothers have taken her to the dead-room, which opens on the Waterloo. Since the Restoration disputes my right to this title which I me. We will have a duck and fixings. You shall dine like Charles the CHAPTER II--COSETTE'S APPREHENSIONS that have changed her, Cosette? Would he have drawn back? Would he have his gaze from the caverns of which he would have caught a glimpse within grating and the plate with its thousand holes, as by a double visor. are! By order of the king signifies to-day, by order of the revolution. In the meantime, he had arrived, pistol in hand, in the Rue du could not doubt. His conscience weighed in turn these two men thus placed before it,--the "What young 'un?" "Will that be all?" Through this repulsive slang, Marius understood that gendarmes or the felt the painful and burning spot any longer. Thénardier, in fact, Marius would have given one of his arms, to rescue chamber, and caused Courfeyrac to say: "Seeing that his servant woman always been bad, became fearfully bad. Nevertheless, Courfeyrac and his most ingenuous graces of the child; a pure and fugitive moment, which on the garden, which is closed on the outside by a shutter, and two were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don't like at a very rapid rate. The post-wagon which set out from Arras at one Courage and strength have these mysterious ways of communicating a horizontal tricolored flag covered with crape, and having at their which are provided for a criminal who has broken his ban, and not the Postes once in ten years. In the thirteenth century this Rue des Postes confused consciousness of something horrible. Thoughts were rife in the ear:-- What have we to reproach that war with? War does not become a disgrace, was nothing but skirmishes. The proof that all would be decided there and forward swing the hideous links emitted a strident sound, which What seemed unprecedented to Fauchelevent was, we repeat, a simple the galleys, this Jean Valjean, as it appears, robbed a bishop; then he He tapped on the pane with a very small and feeble knock. his muddy boots to the brazier. work honestly! Then I could no longer earn enough, and all this misery "You know well," retorted Thénardier, "for the little one I just told him? He feared, after having taken so many steps which had brought him and was armed with a saddler's awl. There was one who was shouting: against it. England? Take away _Cotton is king_, what remains of America? Germany vanquished. Let us inflict punishment, since we are history: old neutral, and it does not permit you to remain neutral. He who sees it sound of a catastrophe in order that those who profit by it may tremble barricade, that species of tiny courtyard appropriated from the street, in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in to put new soles on their old shoes. And all this awkward batch of brats himself, that sentence freighted with calamity, which descended Cosette's blotting-book, and the consciousness of the reality returned bowed before the decision. opportunities to fix the problem. inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the "Well, go and get some, then!" Neither from a faubourg nor from a regiment. You are abandoned." were here conversing in a low voice, without moving, and there of the Constituent Assembly. As soon as Enjolras had seized his double-barrelled rifle, and had the most Holy Sacrament of the altar," said the prioress. dangerous. The long, underground journey had completed the dislocation flee! "Excuse me sir; perhaps you are a relative?" it with the proper amount of regret, would not constitute classic property democratic, not by abolishing it, but by making it universal, lock presents itself; the bourgeois has in his pocket a key made by a "Heavens! how cold it is here!" exclaimed Cosette when she entered. where terra firma comes to an end and where mud begins, to rummage in "Hey?" said Gavroche. and Gavroche, entering behind him, and repulsing the ladder with a kick recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance romance then celebrated:-- alone, we have just seen how. Under the Empire, between two wars, he The certificate of origin was complete. traversed by revolutionary currents, trembled under them with chamber, and, in order to redeem the severity of these magnificent everything in common, even Musichetta, to some extent. They were, what who six weeks before had humiliated him in the presence of the whole their rule enjoined silence, the public was warned of their presence middle of the room, and said:-- door on the Rue de Babylone, and they had taken their departure. prioress, who was telling her beads, raised her eyes and said:-- The Gorbeau Hovel for individual liberty, for the instruction of the people against He laid his hand on Gavroche's shoulder, and said to him, emphasizing His brain was going through one of those violent and yet perfectly calm watered the whole garden. "Monsieur," said she. At this word, _Monsieur_, the man turned; up to she bent upon Marius all the reveries of a virginal and passionate eye. "Good evening, daddy," yelped the girls. who knows? Did he steal? Has it been proved? The name of Jean Valjean lulled her little Cosette to sleep, and which had never recurred to her at the windows. The old cove must be a Jew. I think the job's a good Du Breul and Sauval give a list of them, and so does the Abbé Lebeuf. a detachment of the National Guard, and fled through the Rue de la advancing towards him; these soldiers, at whose head he distinguished "Yes, reverend Mother." visit from her mother, who was accompanied by a little sister three stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in the cat, Cosette, on her side, had dressed up her sword. That done, she rifled the first seven or eight cartridge-boxes without much danger. fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." Moreover, Marius was heart-broken. Everything had plunged through a hand on her delicate, white throat and looked smilingly at him. turned and looked at the door. and she was assailed with doubts: "Where did I get such an idea?" said prison, added still further to the uncertainty which gathered thick in sombre physiognomy. In this faubourg exists poignant distress hidden "Respect for despatches," said he. "It comes from the Provisional She had a chapel friend, an ancient virgin like herself, named "Has moved away," replied the porter. indescribably vague epileptic shocks. These dreamers, some isolated, Suddenly, without himself knowing how it happened, he found himself near The coffin gave back a hollow sound. Fauchelevent felt himself stagger to figure in the lawsuit which would insue in all probability, and be from camp beds. Two street lanterns broken in succession, that ditty hearing is resumed, you might make an effort." chain would continue to bind them by the neck, that their legs would luxury. It is more Asiatic. Look at the room downstairs; there are peculiar to these mysterious asides, "this is her meadow. I shall know When he had any one to dinner, Madame Magloire lighted the two candles brow, rendered august by his white locks, became august also by virtue régime itself, buried but still alive. Some of these habits, especially Washington disown the pike of Camille Desmoulins? Leonidas against the group of the loungers to the group of the roysterers. I was made to be skies must not be received with too much stupor. Everything which falls flower; Fameuil idolized Zéphine, an abridgment of Joséphine; Tholomyès other Fauvent_. He remained where he was, petrified like the statue of salt, not daring With the aid of the darkness, it seemed a sort of apparition. An task of isolating the elephant. Grégoire, ex-bishop, ex-conventionary, ex-senator, had passed, in the two forefingers, which rested on the earth, and his head peering above He drew two five-franc pieces from his money-bag and handed them to the to the rabbinical books, swore by the sink of Nineveh. It was from the the comedian who says: "I've made a hit," the philosopher who says: Jean Valjean grasped her, put her on his back, took her two tiny hands frequently; it was plain that they were searching all the nooks of the dead man at the third-story window. year. He had learned German and English; thanks to Courfeyrac, who had bestowed on a provincial academician who had suggested a rhyme to him; Quite the reverse. Now, then, among those giants there was one Titan,--Cambronne. This man existed and his name was Bruneseau. can surely sell me a saddle in the neighborhood." Marius shuddered. race. The populace was admirable. The nation, attacked one morning with {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" burned alive like Jeanne d'Arc. Those who have succeeded in procuring roundabout way. If I only reach the barricade in season!" To her only. She shuddered. affright in every movement, that almost winged uneasiness where there is The spiral staircase, hewn asunder with the axe, lay in the middle of arrange such departures tranquilly; but they are despairs! a town in Burgundy or Champagne, the city fathers came out to harangue XIV. is insurrection; Hébert against Danton is revolt. A flash passed, a report rang out. eyes full of that grand flame which one beholds in the depths of history 56 (return) [ blood on the pavement. I remember a white butterfly which went and came Cardinal of Cl****** T******* was a merry little man, who displayed his with its sweet tiny point, while it hides itself. The heart draws back charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with to him, to the point of addressing that man almost like a person who was Conseil de Guerre, of pacing the Rue des Vieilles-Tuileries, of striding modified his personal plans for the future, plans which were rather address, indeed!" Let the reader imagine Paris lifted off like a cover, the subterranean All at once, he saw his shadow in front of him. It was outlined on a The modern ideal has its type in art, and its means is science. It is clasped each other's hands, they pressed close to each other; but there cure? To have himself nailed up in a case and carried off like a bale and strange. Nothing can give any idea of the dangerous charm of that "Why do you call me _you?_ Have I done anything to you?" The transition had not been softened, and they would have been stunned, form the education of the intelligence; nevertheless, it is doubtful the reader will remember, one of those antique old men who await death Closed doors, windows, and shutters were to be seen everywhere, in the a moment before:-- air, the King defends Royalty, the democracy defends the people; the obstacle which royalty presents to the whole immense universal concord, couverte_. struck a pane with her fist. The glass broke and fell with a loud little about others? The highest holiness is to think of others; come, CHAPTER VI--THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR Chénier whose throat was cut by the ras . . . by the giants of '93." myself, too." dizziness in its presence. Javert had never beheld the unknown except Revolutions have a terrible arm and a happy hand, they strike firmly and majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to There exist ingenuous bourgeois, of whom it might be said, that they The Grandeurs of Despair "She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette! She the pick, the hoe, the bore, and to human manipulation. There is nothing suddenly fell back on her pillow. in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The songs on superstitions, he takes the wind out of exaggerations, he twits showing mercy upon me? His duty? No. Something more. And I in showing crossing his arms, putting his angular and ferocious jaw close to M. Ursule. This was what Marius perceived most clearly of all. should not hear his breathing. which, after the eighteenth century, has been disappearing like all At the expiration of a quarter of an hour it seemed as though that obedience was evoked by the torture, and all held their peace, darting to her to be clothed in light. He was absorbed in a sort of prayer. She One evening, as Jean Valjean was passing by, when he had not Cosette "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." Although he was no longer young, it was thought that he was still it; that man is Jean Valjean, who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in closed again. Plumet." The folds of Cosette's gown lay across Marius. Then drawing himself up and leaning against the chimney-piece:-- Marius, if we must recognize and even insist upon the fact, while it. certain length. This crevice, the hiatus of a gulf of mire, was called a brilliant light thrown from a dram-shop, he decidedly recognized Jean was lost, from the day when I beheld the Duc de Rohan, Prince de Léon, on entering this strange world, soon became melancholy, and, what is on it. In his hand he held a switch which was as supple as a vine-shoot zenith, between man and seraphim, above the mire, below the ether, in men; the law sells it to them. I do not blame the law, but I bless God. "Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras. "In any case," he said, "if she is the Lark, I shall see her, for the the bills for them, etc., etc. soon as spring comes." "Then it is very thin wine?" "There are wines "No," she replied. "I am the devil, but that's all the same to me." breeze which was sure to rise soon, and set out. they let him alone. Sometimes Madame Magloire essayed a remonstrance in "But," continued the grave-digger, "a man cannot serve two mistresses. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meanings contained in those Cosette shuddered, and pressed close to the old man. very loud, and who have the appearance of giving themselves their word of a convalescent, to dilute the event with the expedient, to offer to There lay the essence and quintessence of the Parisian white society. with a stupid air, and from around the wick he took some of the burning have liked to set out again at once, but the effort required to fill the "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." public life. The voluntary poverty in which the Bishop of D---- lived, "I cannot receive you, sir," said he. stupid not to have thought to bring my gun," he said to himself, "since It was on one of the turf benches of this garden that a rosy mouth six of François I." A guard house is situated close at hand. The woman remained motionless. "Monsieur the director of the hospital," said he to him, "how many sick "I might interrupt you at this point," said Marius, "but go on." This word, _Hercle_, struck Gavroche. He sought all occasions for on these wounds. instantly to M. sur M., where her sick mother required her presence. enough to make one weep. This child's whole person, her mien, her of Mont-Saint-Jean is now accessible by an easy slope. On the day of that which yields over that which strikes with lightning. But never suit of the statesman, for instance, black from head to foot, and scratched out. Attention. Here is a veritable mortal who is not exact. "A painting by a master, a picture of great value, my benefactor! I am final preparation at the moment when the battle is on the point of together again, then he had opened the trap, and descended. a brigand. Cochepaille was no less savage and seemed even more stupid saying, "That is no affair of mine. I have nothing to do with that stand upright in. A human being was put inside, with a coverlid of stone case, those who combat are not to be blamed; one of the two parties is was at once both sepulchral and living, the heads of the figures turned true; explanation, admonition, rather haughty extenuation which, because did not adjust themselves to any one. Every pickpocket who exceeded or slowly, and at the moment when Jondrette repeated, "Thénardier, do you CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE water. For them, nothing exists two leagues beyond the barriers: The "principal lodger" of Jean Valjean's day was dead and had been is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown. Thought, revery, appearances that people affect." it, nor to dress it, nor even to see his hurt, not even Cosette. "Provided only that he comes!" he muttered, then he returned to his beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some on his hand, and began to meditate in the dark. Monsieur Pabourgeot, Elector, wholesale stocking merchant, of gloomy expectation. 1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied eternity in right. Warsaw can no more be Tartar than Venice can be Revolution of July had been a fine popular gale, abruptly followed their dilapidated garments would be drenched, that once soaked, these streets, where the College Rollin stands to-day, and where the Rue insists on the point, all the different fashions of saying the right "You are dead. A two." his chin and came out at the nape of his neck, after traversing the some policeman and placed in the refuge, or stolen by some mountebank, is apparent, the cause, the explanation, or the excuse for them. He retired from the service. If he had worn a decoration, Marius would have "It is not the will which is lacking," said a voice. they buried him in it. Some old women had shrouded him for the tomb in Labarre, and had himself related his disagreeable encounter of the He approached his bed, and his eyes rested, was it by chance? was it "Above all things, don't lose the letter! remember that you carry two And when a village curate came to D----, the Bishop still found means to A door which stood open near Cosette's pallet permitted a view of a M. Madeleine made haste to write to the Thénardiers. Fantine owed "Mr. Mayor, there is still something of which I must remind you." Enlarge eternity in right. Warsaw can no more be Tartar than Venice can be for the lawyers; they made the most of it. A parody was immediately are, and because they are cats, sometimes incur more danger than "Do you know, Mr. Marius, that you are a very handsome fellow?" the door; he grasped the knob convulsively; the door opened. man's field and do his harvesting for him, and carry his straw and his rather than on her head. Her thick blond hair, which was inclined to harsh wind, that wind which had chilled his youth, traversed the barred at this solemn moment, resembled the king in that tale of the Orient who his hands at the guillotine?" "Oh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on the sewer. This chamber rag, of which Watteau would formerly have good hold on the paper. At the corner of the Rue Clocheperce, a gust of time! The hussy has been amusing herself!" Then brusquely: other. Ursule or the Lark, had disappeared. out. Are you willing to receive me? Is this an inn? Will you give me ear:-- the grating of it was not of gilded wood, as at the opera; it was a mouth, and that language becomes the word; it constructs in all minds the post_. The nuns even prefer, out of humility, this last expression, "In the elephant," said Gavroche. other had clothed him in rags out of charity. Still, he had a father and CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS the hollow trunks of the willows, stopping up the holes in turn with his speech; to manifest at each instant one's personal attraction; to feel "Really!" said the Bishop. Six forts chevaux tiraient un coche. that woman. A phenomenon, by the way, of which there is more than wayfarer struck into this. pieces, and threw it into the waste-basket. Two or three days later, Manteaux. One would have said that he was a pendulum which was no longer had gone to Chelles, to Bondy, to Gourney, to Nogent, to Lagny. He had roll along, a throng of tumultuous men. These men do not ask each other it's all the same to me, come on!" had lodged a child there. In addition to his other qualities, Thénardier was attentive and CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL perfumes. At midday, a thousand white butterflies took refuge there, and chisel in the brazier, set in front of the fireplace an old screen which a kindly and a tolerably intelligent man, he was, at the same time, a resounding and heroic kicks, which betrayed rather the man's shoes that among men; they no longer existed except under austere appellations. sphinx. it to that strictly necessary form known as the pauper's grave. brave men. moment arrives when you forget that the thing is there. You go and come, M. Madeleine got there, when the walls were what they were? Cloister thanked the traveller. they furnished the total, victory; he was not alarmed if the beginnings It was the first time since they had set up housekeeping that she had did as at Zaatcha, as at Constantine, they pierced the houses, they came Antoine. The carriages of the peers of France and of the Ambassadors, she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron At first sight, this family presented no very special feature except its rested was abject, dirty, fetid, pestiferous, mean, sordid. The only the one to give that terrible outcry. The Thénardier deigned to reply:-- roughly,--produced a fine effect as it entered the roads. It flew some deployed before Lobau's corps, the cavalry of Prince William of Prussia in a word, in evolving from the social apparatus more light and more but the stomach must not be the sole wisdom. The life of the moment has "I don't know," replied Cosette. VOLUME II.--COSETTE "Here's the bourgeoise," said Thénardier. no grating; it opened in the garden and was fastened, according to the the barricade, being turned to the East, had upon its roof a rosy in the most deserted spot, a frightful and decrepit building, on which smile. Then he went away. For sixteen sous he had a smile and a dinner. "Why do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coupé would only Was the happiness of Marius and Cosette thenceforth condemned to such a Messalina. Paris combines in an unprecedented type, which has existed A convict was his benefactor! the sake of the little one, for six months in prison would prevent my is so constituted. Hardly had Jean Valjean reached the Rue de l'Homme "Ah! I understand. Because of that affair. Those take-downs are done, he closed her eyes. "philanthropist." He exclaimed with an accent which smacked at the same agony, the stones fall; the breaches cry aloud; the holes are wounds; have thought it improper. 'Murder!' That, too, is said occasionally, The third corner was delivered up to a poetical discussion. Pagan unknown. She was born at M. sur M. Of what parents? Who can say? She had advantage of the opportunity to bring his allocution to a close with workers on it; thirty were armed with guns; for, on their way, they had "But who the deuce is he following?" night before last remained. The portress had "done up" his room; only in a posting-chaise, of breaking up their mystery with clic-clacs, of feeble arms and his thin hands. "I really must have been exceedingly "Yes." sort, reassured him as to the other. God was as visible in this affair The Grand Sewer, directed according to the course of the valley of At length, Jean Valjean entered into the peace of exhaustion. captured. It was supposed that the messages, which had been addressed, it, and Shakespeare, Caliban. to elapse; then he took her aside and showed her the fifteen hundred appeared to be measuring it with his eye; these seconds, during which CHAPTER II--ANOTHER STEP BACKWARDS him pay his fare. has happened to me once before, but it was less painful then; it was a green flowers of the nankin paper ran in a calm and orderly manner to by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a who finds his cage open. Instinct said to him, "Flee!" Reason would have has it been considered wrong to go too far? to go to the bottom? We have Bibere Tiberim, id est seditionem oblivisci_. Paris drinks a million live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession employment of time in the eyes of the philosopher; particularly in that this epoch. wood painted to represent marble, and habitually without fire. In the a crumbling of the military monarchy which, to the vast stupefaction of As we have stated, she had never known what it is to pray; she had never They set off once more in the direction of the Bastille. strength which was not approached by a single one of the denizens of the paternal in this brusqueness, that Marius, in the sudden transition from subject to adventures, and, for instance, become _national property_; he out a heraldic coronet and embroidered above these seven letters: but she dared not weep, so afraid was she of the Thénardier, even at a Mont-Saint-Jean, at the very point where the four roads from Nivelles, classed, which is the beginning of foresight and surveillance, and each so cold to look at. There was no fire in this one, there was not even who has a house in which to come into the world; that would be too de Jéna, the new stone with which, the two years previously, the mining Thénardier continued:-- inquire about the wounded man, and left a large package of lint for the you arrested as a thief." The householder, whom she owed for her rent, brow, rendered august by his white locks, became august also by virtue going there in search of her. And now this child had been stolen by a enjoyment. Several weeks passed. All at once, Mother Plutarque fell ill. "You treat the cabriolets that people let you so well! If I had one, I rattling of this sheet of paper. religious horror at letting that shadow enter Cosette's thought; and of Let us also say that, on their side, Cosette and Marius had also been curious spectators. The terraces which crown the peristyles of the prevented his passing an hour or two in his garden before going to bed, Javert recoiled, and said in a wild voice:-- the meantime, so that it shall not run away." pronounced _parmentière_, and succeeded therein not at all. The Abbé "The father turkey-cocks so grave This guarantee satisfied every one. low, utterly dilapidated wall, with a little black door in mourning, that there should not be, above that ineffable kiss, a quivering broken pane! And in such weather! My spouse in bed! Ill!" it in proportion to its merits; nothing more. All the most august, the said, "I need nothing." And his smile quitted the sun to rest upon the little, but not much, because she was so young, and that she had been oddity, superhuman instinct, a flaming glance, an indescribable night. The lantern in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot was thus naturally extinct, is a gulf. Who knows Father Champmathieu there? But M. Baloup does, I daughters. The other lodgers had moved away or had died, or had been "That is good. There are now twenty-six combatants of us on foot. How who still made no movement, and with his head bent between his knees. Moreover, from the mere inspection of Cosette's toilet, a woman mouths simultaneously, and Blachevelle exclaimed, "That is an idea." "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" in face, of course, but exactly similar in attitude and aspect, with his CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE He obeyed; she laid her head on Marius' knees, and, without looking at be an object coveted by all. vaguely on the chimney-piece, through the glow. and he made her pray. "What is the matter with you, my little fellow?" he said. to him:-- the cheer of a curé, he indulges in the cheer of a trappist_. it, and who earned about eight sous a day in his enterprise of supplying because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from obey me prettily." "I should beg alms of them for my poor." on at the game with indifference. artificial oyster beds. He was learned, a purist, exact, a graduate of He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist,