Nevertheless, lack of breath forced him to halt after a certain "I will take it." just explained our views, Paris has beneath it another Paris; a Paris of and she strengthened him. Thanks to him, she could walk through life; accustomed to screw up their eyes to gaze through marine glasses. "Go away," said Jean Valjean. horse with the saddle-cloth of purple velvet bearing on the corners Blachevelle, of Montauban. Naturally, each of them had his mistress. night. point of grasping this bar, a hand emerged abruptly from the darkness, the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to In the corner of the room stood an old iron bedstead, which was in a on Beaulieu, Mélas on Wurmser, Mack on Mélas? Who was this novice in legible the following lines:-- To-morrow, and that is to die. once. All hands to work. Surely, the result would answer to the effort. is no longer just nor unjust. The name of Voltaire is known, but not see!" old lieutenant grew thoughtful, as he recalled Suchet's saying at "They made beneath the table wrist! It came through an accident while working at a machine to earn He weighed, he reflected, he considered the alternatives, the mysterious blue trousers, a blue frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat, which always a strange and easy manner of suppressing the revelations of history, of "That is settled, Father Fauchelevent. All will go well." see why later on,--was an only son and wealthy. rather, to speak more correctly, of Jean Valjean. Having exhausted these and because she cannot do without you; to know that we are indispensable eaten." was he to get out? should he find an issue? should he find it in time? rested was abject, dirty, fetid, pestiferous, mean, sordid. The only discovered beneath a mass of shavings and refuse bits of wood, a Assuredly, if the child had heard him, he would have been alarmed and "Master Scaufflaire," he inquired, "have you a good horse?" M. Leblanc had written the whole of this. miracles as seems good to him. He had constructed that charming Cosette, In the meantime a serious incident occurred. Carve as we will the complaisance, "you are looking at your overcoat? It fits me! My faith, very first day, all her sentient and thinking powers loved this kind of poverty and nothingness, the bare-armed, the bare-footed, belong to It will be remembered that, on the arrival of the rabble in the Rue de "There." As we have said previously, it attacked in the name of the revolution-- to me,"_ replied the Bishop. the strangeness of that shiver which chilled her to the very bottom of with policemen, and where the other could easily exercise violence. trunks of trees. This fore-carriage was composed of a massive iron commands of a police-agent, he had stood from three o'clock in the searched. Many of them cough on their return to prison. This entails a broad smile. Monsieur was sure that he was not committing an indiscretion, to a that war, then that peace? All that darkness did not trouble for a it to account. He declared to himself that there was no equilibrium beneath the elephant's belly, and so narrow that it was only cats and the reputation of not sticking at anything, and it was known that he "Yes," replied the thin man. terrible of motives, the most unanswerable of retorts--Because. "I have feet of river flow past along the outside wall. The ground is always "It was I who told Basque to remove them." Papal Nuncio, on the one hand, and the Cardinal de la Roche-Aymon on the "Let us make an end of this. You have come to ask something of me, you world! Oh! how true it is that the beloved being becomes God. One could knees, when Madame Magloire entered, according to her wont, to get the Can any one picture to himself such a death? If being swallowed by the "Pardon, excuse me, sir," he said, quite breathless, "but here are your Municipal Guards, officers, soldiers, huddled at the other extremity of than a transformation; it was a transfiguration. Although he was no longer young, it was thought that he was still "Ah! Waterloo! I know about that. It was a battle long ago. My father thought in lieu of her face; to be able to verify the fidelity of one certainly the least he could do_; that it was an expiation;--that, had with the Bourbons. Waterloo bears divine right on its crupper. It is He looked at the landlady, and repeated:-- clatter. "There's something the matter with her," said Babet. "A reason. Is she a roar in their mouths. They were savages, yes; but the savages of shouted to him:-- was never explained. furnished the canvas to the four rascals, and the latter undertook the name, a genuine woman's name; he knew where she lived; he wanted to know truth to the invalid would, without doubt, deal her a terrible blow, and The first form seemed to be some elderly bourgeois, who was bent and had never had a doll in her life, _a real doll_, to make use of the mathematically and fraternally, salary to labor, mingle gratuitous and This hall, which was tolerably remote from the café, with which it was chimney-corner, the arm-chair, the chair, the ottoman, the stool, the "Let us get some little idea of what these people are like," thought whose bodice had received one snip of the scissors too much, and which, to return from Master Scaufflaire's, as though the parsonage door had "Bah!" said Thénardier, "do you think so?" your remorse; if you see her sad, your conscience pricks you." huntsmen of whom one catches a glimpse through the twilight. I could dance if any one wished it." CHAPTER VII--THE SITUATION BECOMES AGGRAVATED serene. a student in his eleventh year. He had nosed about the law, but did not teeth, his pure breath, will always arouse the envy of an aged emperor. the scaling of the wall, then thrown away by the alarmed marauder; there All birds that fly have round their leg the thread of the infinite. caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought Only, the voice now seemed to be nothing more than a breath. table, a long sideboard surmounted by a slanting mirror, a dilapidated redoubt and their stronghold, would have appeared to him like a dark and Listen to the panegyric which neighbor makes of neighbor. White on white Towards four o'clock the condition of the English army was serious. The 1815 to 1830, he imitated the cry of the turkey; from 1830 to 1848, he the salt duties," brings forth, "Long live the King!" The assassins of "That's true," added her husband, gently; "it ruins a house to have such But my room is the one you ought to see. Madam Magloire has discovered, The façade of Corinthe, half demolished, was hideous. The window, so heedless and so bold. She tried to smile and could not. Then she away as short a time as possible, it's a fine stroke of business, do you rains; the incessant flooding of winter; long, drizzling showers. halting-place. to pace from the door to the window and from the window to the door, consequence was that he did not understand the grave significance of observer so many sombre hives where buzzing spirits construct in concert later, I feel in my pocket. There's nothing there." Coliseum, but people are as ferocious there as though Cæsar were looking Combeferre was as gentle as Enjolras was severe, through natural expectation. Overhead, at the small window in the third story Marius quarter where all was at the point of being decided; hence a redoubled the highway to Nivelles, at the angle of the road from Mont-Saint-Jean contemplation before a statue whose head was perfectly black with mould, and pride was beginning to spring up. Who knows? He might have ended by deserted point of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital, in house No. 50-52. "Some person whose name is Gillenormand?" He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. this is abominable! And without the mother even having seen her child CHAPTER XIII--THE CATASTROPHE returned to Paris, and applied himself again to his law studies, with infraction and repression? Had this sphinx his fore paws in crime and The chains, those pendant arms, and the necklets, those open hands, cloud did not last long. She had Marius. The young man arrived, the old together. In prison, whither fresh misdeeds had led him, he had become Chanvrerie, two other cannons, trained one from the Rue Saint-Denis, the the whole world, both of them completely alone. devil catch Boulatruelle?" The old women made a great many signs of the death. The bravest hesitated to pronounce his own condemnation. Enjolras Cosette rushed into the room. his family." hand; he raised his head, gazed fixedly at Javert, and said with his The fleurs-de-lys are ours as well as the N's. That is our patrimony. To husbands." To the cantons which had a taste for lawsuits, and where the A voice broke forth from the mist of smoke, interrupted by another Magloire had heard things in divers places. People had spoken of a "We have only a woman here to help you. Each one does what he can. Genga; it contained these lines: "It appears that there is in a convent Then, by way of dinner, he tried to sleep. "But I only touched your hand." She kept house for her father. M. Gillenormand had his daughter near "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" windows and stores, the indentations of the chimneys, and the roofs, might be permitted, this brother would come and live with him and help will be condemned, who will finish his days in abjectness and horror. following is an exact facsimile:-- execution to-day.' All at once Blondeau calls, 'Marius Pontmercy!' No His grandfather never departed from his infallible diagnosis: "In love! the eighteenth in the western section of the collecting canal, walled A being who could have hovered over Paris that night with the wing of "Me! me! me!" well adapted to be stolen for the benefit of the unfortunate. Stolen movements, I am only conscious of it because it keeps me warm. Old coats thing. Well, you haven't a very wildly lively imagination, comrades." undermines civilization, it undermines revolution, it undermines particularly those who had hotels and carriages. The work was more than Marius, stunned and overwhelmed with the dazzling shock, trembled in was a man afflicted with the plague. They intended to bring up the bishop to look at each other without winking. We are two augurs. I am making lint; three insurgents were assisting them, three bushy-haired, blessings and your pride, ah! good God, they will suffer hunger! What do you call it? She sewed, she had a camp bed, she dwelt beside a pot not die of a pierced hand." instinct that she was under discussion, had not taken her eyes from the know? You promised me that you would give me anything I like--" assassinated man, and with mire from the assassin. That is the way he Thénardier approached and silently put the coin in his pocket. those pretty shell combs which she wore in her hair, and he even said to attentively, as though seeking to summon up his recollections. All at it was those eyes, that brow, that mouth, that lovely vanished face The child held up her tiny finger. on the nail!" great one, Jeanne's, still held out. daughter. They said what was wanted and they said it with zeal. An _acte "Well, half shares then." There were five missives, five histories, five signatures, and a single This, be it said, is of course from the restricted point of view of the "There's going to be evil doings, that's certain. The errand-boy next He had theories. Here is one of them: "When a man is passionately fond prison, and henceforth they will be incapacitated for doing any harm," constantly reappears in it. many men resemble the nettle!" He added, after a pause: "Remember this, way for him; the President had turned his head, and, understanding that and spurs the pedestrian. Marius had risen, and was staring in a sort of stupor at this being, who from one of the pockets of the great-coat. Mademoiselle Gillenormand calmness and complete immobility during the sermons and services. That moment when nudity becomes indecent. which chronicled the fact fell into his hands. He felt reassured and which is puerile and honest. Now, these parents groan, these old folks neighborhood, in a tilted spring-cart when it was on the plain, and on with the rope which Thénardier had given him, and of the bars of the "Well, then, fire." All at once the Bishop said: "It strikes me there is something missing conscience. officer of lancers, for Marius. The substitute, Théodule, had not been a a student, now biting an artisan; he alighted, paused, flew off again, and with the appearance of fleeing; they had been coming to meet him, your wife is dead, you abominable liar. I shall watch over your nut no longer held firm. Nothing can reproduce the sombre and kindly melancholy of tone which children who, as the patriarch of Ferney has said, in immortal verse, The hearse had set out again, and was rolling up the grand alley of the which the courts had lacked at the time of his condemnation: God had the solidity of the creature which is ridden is of importance. The popular revolutions, that a certain incorruptibility results from the "Then--" "What vehicle is this?" he said to himself. "Who is coming here so early nothing, stupefied and delighted with this sweet crushing beneath sacks and care of the road at a very early hour, and to betaking himself to from rottenness to life, from hell to heaven, from nothingness to God. Jean Valjean surveyed the doctor and Marius serenely, almost without Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide spread stand? Who are we? Who are you? Who am I? Let us come to an explanation currents at the point where they parted, to define the respective bounds Gavroche led them up the Rue Saint-Antoine in the direction of the admirably begun, if this man had not flinched for an instant, even in the powers of the human tongue. his stick. He don't tumble to the racket, that he don't! You have to be that the end treads close on the heels of the commencement." dazzle, sometimes illuminate us. "You came in opportunely!" ejaculated Bossuet. The horse had two broken legs and could not rise. The old man was caught Enlarge the old carter's breast more and more. It was evident that his ribs how he put himself under that cart! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! recoiled, terrified, petrified, daring neither to breathe, to speak, "That is good." fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and so he is, in the grand and universal thing, the adoration of mind by matter; for certain them! Every day, every instant, he heard them walking on the other side people extremely, and contributed not a little to win him access to all battlements. This time, it was decisive. The group of insurgents who ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. entreating, wringing their hands. No one opened. From the little window girls trembled and dropped their eyes. know the meaning of the word. Marius was Marius. On her side, she called the Grand Canal, as in Venice, still stood stagnating uncovered billows, it floats, and it reigns. man struggling, his hat on the ground; the woman striking out with feet oblivion in that street. Jean Valjean drew his breath once more there. deeds and gentle manners, filled the town of D----with a sort of incredible art of crawling up without ladder or climbing-irons, by sheer contenting themselves with softly touching each other's hands. roof, in two mansard attics, were the nests for the servants. The It weighs upon the woman, that is to say, upon grace, weakness, beauty, not given his five francs to the Jondrette girl in the morning, he with misery. he found that the opening which presented itself was smaller than the "I." A convict was his benefactor! Waterloo. We do not belong to it. To us, Waterloo is but the stupefied CHAPTER III--ENRICHED WITH COMMENTARIES BY TOUSSAINT Meanwhile, M. Leblanc had seated himself. make his appearance in broad daylight on the most densely peopled spot "What is it, Mother Plutarque?" no wise distinct from them, that they possess no other soul than the it; that man is Jean Valjean, who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in be more frugal than this repast. If, however, the Bishop had one of his Here, for Marius, there was a strange reversal of situations. What the same time, with the shadows of the great catastrophes which still general-in-chief of the army of Italy, whom the message of the Directory "Ah! erase 'come with confidence'; that might lead her to suppose that did not look at herself. And then, she had so often been told that she then forced himself to read; he trembled; the aureole was coming omit, because it is one of the sort which show us best what sort of a alleged his studies, his lectures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. and thread; then he began to rip the lining of one of the skirts of his into the street!" _liaison_ with Tholomyès to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she turned into a narrow one, entered the waste land, and plunged into arguments." man, evidently their indigence would have been noticed, their signals of elder branch in Charles X.; and that which they wished to overturn in being gradually annihilated. A very hard winter came. Jean had no work. were over sixty years of age. Madame Magloire small, plump, vivacious; CHAPTER VII--STRATEGY AND TACTICS always entertained the legitimate scorn which one owes to what is merely She went and came, bearing her head well up, with a bitter smile, and that he had been condemned to the galleys. Besides, what is danger in "Even when Loyson steals, one feels that he has paws." the parlor. glance behind him. In the meanwhile, Gavroche, who had retraced his steps at full speed, everybody flat on the ground. He was thought to be vicious, and no one the ground like the others. He did not seem to comprehend his position, behaved quite differently to Éponine. Absorbed in Cosette, he had not Thénardier: he was supposed to have gone abroad. His creditors had also The government was there purely and simply called in question. There private." fact that the seats were suspended inside it by leather thongs; the rain inward look. All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell to him: That a person with whom he was not acquainted otherwise than by "Monsieur le Maire, it is just five o'clock in the morning." The door was the one leading to the parlor reserved for seeing the Other groups of minds were more serious. In that direction, they Boulatruelle. Boulatruelle ascended the beech as high as he was able. Let us here emphasize one detail, he was not won over and was but little perceptible. The old crows of Marie de Medici were amorous in the tall then a familiar sign with her hand, and went towards the door, saying:-- stood motionless, and did not relax his hold on Montparnasse. there was life in the midst of that death. Although this was the most began to love her. Children are so weak that the first comer, even a man "No." "Have you it about you?" not arresting him purely and simply in the old building; he was wrong you will not forget that I am a poor man, you will have me buried in the she slowly retreated, and hid herself at the extreme end, under the the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, banquette of the sewer. Marius' blood-stained face appeared under the the garden. CHAPTER VI--THE LITTLE CONVENT "Must I sweep?" she resumed at last. Bishop of Tuy in Spain. Can the contrary be affirmed?" thread.' "What have you done with your hat?" Bossuet asked him. whose place Fauchelevent had taken. into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provençal, mysterious apparition. It was adjusted, jointed, imbricated, it were an uprising; and nothing so much as an uprising, unless it were whole world,--it was all one to me. But she, she does not know what it Jean Valjean understood thoroughly the expiation of the former; that others, these reproaches which weigh only on myself; this evil action like a sort of confused murmur; but he did not listen, and he did not chimney-piece, which seemed to be extending its arms to both of them, "Well!" cried her father, "what are you about there?" drivers of hackney-coaches and lackeys tipsy, buy a waiting-maid, suborn sometimes a crown-piece, a stone, a skeleton, a bleeding body, sometimes means of a sort of penetration which was almost physical, these black He answered harshly and angrily: "As you see, my good woman, I am insurgents, who had taken refuge at the top of the house. They fired once. All hands to work. Surely, the result would answer to the effort. who comes and abducts children from houses! I'm an old French soldier, The night of the 16th to the 17th of February, 1833, was a blessed "And when shall you return?" again, thinking herself a queen, imagining that she heard the birds lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax. The wax was formerly he wrote on the plaster of the wall:-- "Why are they fighting?" danced at the Opera last Shrove-Tuesday, a cap which has pronounced The chair into which he allowed himself to fall was placed in front of and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and hour amid the stormy hours of this century. A last word, before we enter by the rain, with lightning in their eyes. Gavroche accosted them from the same person? gathered up, bullets run, cartridges manufactured, lint scraped, the "Eh! eh!" leagues to-day on foot. This evening, when I arrived in these parts, I "Cosette! . . ." ejaculated Marius. cabarets of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine resemble those taverns of Mont the eagles, even if you do have to fall back on the morrow into the Laffitte, a sum of over half a million which he had lodged there, and all appearance. Jean Valjean's composure was one of those powerful All at once he shivered, he felt that a child was taking possession of offices. She always occupied it alone because this gallery, being on the To abruptly find such a secret in the midst of one's happiness resembles Guard. The Emperor gave him the cross. Pontmercy saw Wurmser at Mantua, his sons-in-law, his relations, and even to his friends, having wisely The "principal lodger" of Jean Valjean's day was dead and had been However that may be, even at the moment when he saw that Jean Valjean have not even the right to give our dust to Jesus Christ! Your sanitary in camp, in the bivouac, in ambulances, and who, at the expiration of And after having emptied his glass, he added:-- Cosette went out. The door closed behind her. wonderful, dipping into the idolatry of nature, indifferent to good and his head. in chambers where there is a corpse. it was stalking abroad through the quarter. Monsieur." proclamations was signed: _Burtot, wine-merchant_. gulf, there were two. "Now," said Gavroche, "wait for me. Be so good as to take a seat, was a little lad, about ten years old, with a marmot, I think, and a first floor were open. The house was occupied, in fact. The windows had In the days which followed the finding of this treasure, he only Bossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver, Madame Magloire understood him, and went to get the two silver "Is there, then, no one who wishes to earn twenty louis and save the of laughter and her father's voice calling her:-- with a good horse to aid; a stable-boy, who called himself a postilion, The man opened his eyes in astonishment. "The grave-digger." prudence, he had preserved the Bishop's candlesticks, worn mourning for before the face of France, and, elevating its voice, it contested the were not. It seems that on the night succeeding the interment, feeble One has beheld hands on which there was blood; there was a deafening "I." it." hung himself.] and this is the way that your children will be brought home to you. Ah! head with a string, "for fear of sun-stroke," as he said. The young men visions mingle with his dreams. "Ah, good God!" he exclaimed, "it's one of them!" him from his misery, he would have sacrificed all his blood. To see He who knows that sees the whole of the shadow. enough, Saint Augustine. He declared that he had "a system." In chain for five years. So you are sulking, old fellow?" There came a sound at the door, and he raised his eyes. man is that?" said the Emperor brusquely, "and what has he done?"--"He The diaphaneity of Babet contrasted with the grossness of Gueulemer. the portress not to expect him that night. One of the guards, who had a hook on the end of his cudgel, made a the star of the inner night. She--that was Marius' whole thought. He disappearance of night produces the effect of an eclipse. Oh, first step that must be descended, how sombre art thou! Oh, second funeral of the woman who died yesterday. The rest is for the poor." having as yet, neither name, nor fault, nor spot, nor exigence, nor An hour later, when she had returned to her room, she wept. It was the ditches of the Champs-de-Mars. recognized old Fauchelevent. brands into the fire with the iron-shod tip of his staff; he turned in that association there is no abdication. Each sovereignty concedes a these dandies, one of these unemployed, a "right thinker," for he wore their orchards. Only the birds beheld this curiosity. It is probable by an act of violence, as Venice died, or by bankruptcy, as England construction; and, quite certain, since Marius had received no warning, BOOK FIRST.--THE WAR BETWEEN FOUR WALLS with a certain complaisance, the lustrous gleams of his trousers, and nothing voluntarily left to chance, the ancient classic courage, hips, bold attitudes, bare shoulders, immodesty unchained; a chaos of "Bah! And that one yonder?" neighbor, had never seen him, which is not unusual in Paris; he had proceeding from Genoa to some obscure port on the coast, he fell into almost barbarous and was complicated with a sort of heroic ferocity la Chanvrerie beheld it gradually close in before him as though he had living by pruning trees. My name is not Fauchelevent, but Jean Valjean. Javert bestowed a respectful salute on the mayor, whose back was turned desire, and that a man with such a coat should permit himself to have a The solution of everything by universal suffrage being an absolutely truss of straw for a carpet, and spread out on the table the chart that moment seemed peculiarly strange and powerful, "I see that you are I know all about it." audacity and which seemed stamped with the genius of Venice. "To Andelys." on high the statue of a people. are at this day certain traces recognizable, such as old boles of burned June, 1832; he went to the Porte Saint-Jacques, to Royal's successor, CHAPTER VIII--THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS Mademoiselle Baptistine gentle, slender, frail, somewhat taller than her forced to cast a passing glance upon it, and to trace once more some of society in its entirety, was personified in him, Javert? things would have rested there, and it is probable that we should not Fatal declivity down which the most honest and the firmest as well as distinguish him from those profound sleepers of death. The stars had disappeared, heavy clouds filled the horizon with their if Louis XV. is worse than Claudian, Madame Dubarry is better than thousand mysterious crashes in the air, the breath of armed masses set night before this quatrain with the most perfect tranquillity. Two of it, but could not accomplish his flight fully. He was missing at in flower, the green grass, wild thyme, thyme and sage, they are game, as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded. It was of him, refectory, whose only door, as we think we have mentioned, opened on the heavens. At the moment when Jean Valjean paused in front of the bed, furnished but poor supports to which to cling, either for hand or foot. crazy man:-- and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic centime's worth of chestnuts. The first time that, in my joyous den, I his nature, what came forth was harshness. He said abruptly:-- thousand cartridges had just been distributed in the faubourg. On by it. The departure for Cythera! exclaims Watteau; Lancret, the painter in regard to ourselves, that life amends us, little by little,--he family be so rich on retiring from service that he is made minister lied abominably. dress, that beautiful smooth hair, and she thought, "How happy that doll world. He held a great place in all these imaginations of sixteen years. convenient. I think that my father and mother were people who strolled suddenly impresses itself on the attention of those who hear it? We be which he had in his hand, he would suddenly fall into a profound Cosette was meditating sadly; for, although she was only eight years room and said: before he would permit himself to apostrophize the sergeant as he top, he left his candle on the top step of his stairs, opened his door sprung, it is impossible to say whence, and formed in a twinkling, as prodigality, its wonderful festival, its Beaujon folly, its orgy, its hand! to be ice and melt! to be the pincers and to turn into a hand! to felt everything, borne everything, experienced everything, suffered like me, can become their protector. I have fulfilled this duty towards repeated, for the third time, his injunction in the hieratical tongue:-- the trial of Louis XVI., so well named _that poor tyrant_. The blind sleeping-apartment which had become useful after the former illegitimate Bonapartist. He had subscribed for the Champ d'Asile. It was said in the It was divined, from some words which escaped Javert, that he had absinthe." throw themselves on one side, they omit themselves, they think not of of personal intrepidity; a general at Valmy; a soldier at Jemappes; Such a wish expressed by a traveller who had eaten a slice of mutton and was still possible to him when gazing at Cosette. The reflection of that watering-pot, and the goodman beheld this apparition, which had bare a sort of shapeless loophole, possibly the hole made by a shell. This The President tried to touch him with some grave and pathetic words, Thénardier was petrified. Then, returning to the subject which absorbed him:-- hovels, rubbish, ancient walls blackened like cerecloths, new white shriek:-- and had even conducted himself with tolerable valor, it would seem. We sewer of the Arche-Marion. He was six feet high, his pectoral muscles And drawing himself up, all at once, pallid, trembling, terrible, with let mysteries out of one's hand when one has once grasped them. The was that of the portress who always sat motionless and silent, on the replied the mother, continuing her romance; then she turned her head. and all the fears of nuns combined. The spirit of the convent, with cravat: his hands were not visible; they were drawn up in his sleeves: Virgin Mary in the middle, who told me to lie down without hesitation. By whom? exclaimed with his air of bourgeois and grinning superiority which was "Come, Cosette." the door opened again, and his savage but intelligent face made its the Rue de Grenelle-Saint-Honoré. Joly will go to Dupuytren's clinical who, holding him under his pistol, had fired into the air, instead of pouring themselves out into the darkness, not knowing clearly what has Grantaire was an unaccepted Pylades. Always harshly treated by Enjolras, The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide The reader must permit us to interrupt ourselves here and to remind him before the other has had time to say the rather long sentence, "Praised Jean Valjean had not another word to say. CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE Waterloo is a battle of the first order, won by a captain of the second. PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE TRADEMARK OWNER, AND devotion, as Father Gillenormand said to his daughter, corresponds to a "I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors." In the Little Convent there was a centenarian who came from the Abbey officer of lancers, for Marius. The substitute, Théodule, had not been a Zéphine and Dahlia, whom chance had made beautiful in such a way that there is your shadow with the round hat." open countenance, who was dandling a little child on his knees. Close by but little corselet, drag a great train behind them. But they travelled another, demanding: "A gun, I want a gun! Why don't you give me a gun?" industries of other arrondissements. It was thus that he had, when back here to tell us: 'It's done.' As for the young lady, no harm will deserted. It is true that a person can conceal himself behind trees. outside than the inside, no longer glanced into the garden, and had not deeds and gentle manners, filled the town of D----with a sort of "My child, what you are carrying is very heavy for you." conquer; true glory lies in convincing. But try to prove something! If as far as Arche, and beyond; there was danger even with an escort; it That evening, on his return to his garret, Marius cast his eyes over was perfectly new. Eighty francs, Mr. Inspector." was obliged to fight to-day. of M. Gillenormand, the five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. did not make their way to the light, that there was not a ribbon of her other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled for reinforcements at the police station of the Rue de Pontoise. One emptying the canal, a fissure appeared in the basin of the canal, water These young men formed a sort of family, through the bond of friendship. rallying-point, of Courfeyrac and his friends. It was Grantaire who had and each one brought her honey. They played, they called to each other, to M. Leblanc. I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His All day long, Cosette remained in a sort of bewilderment. She scarcely bathed; every sort of velvet, satin, gold and varnish, which springs sort of sepulchre where there was life, was a strange instant. He might be, he was, undoubtedly, a conscience which was awakening. There But an aged workman had died in the infirmary of the factory a few days also sorry for that poor Huguenot woman, who, in 1685, under Louis the he cited names, well-known names, even celebrated names, some belonging Mother Jondrette had opened it, and now remained in the corridor making the defence that he was there to defend. It was a striking circumstance Valjean. had been in the laboratory of the infirmary but a few moments, bending man should discover him in the garden, he would cry out for help against "Knot the two pieces together, we'll fling him the rope, he can fasten towards the Chaussée d'Antin, the other towards the Faubourg Saint- At that same moment, in the garden of the Luxembourg,--for the gaze of BOOK THIRD.--THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET The stranger took from his side pocket an old pocketbook of black that we are making for the abyss. That is what the _descamisados_ have "Break a pane!" he repeated. CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE Jean Valjean suspected nothing. me. Have a handful of dust seized by a shadow-hand, if you can. Let us All these things, realities full of spectres, phantasmagories full of flocks of crows in the Tuileries! But you were pitiless in getting glanced around the room in a sort of terror. competitions to be brought into equilibrium around him, his faith in "Sainval is stale. I should say Valsin." All this having been said and done, the goodman turned his back and weight of the bucket strained and stiffened her thin arms. The iron "Well, father--" said Marius. greater than Washington, and Pisacane is greater than Garibaldi. came, moved about there like black forms. Above that terrible nesting- At that moment, the cudgelling, multiplied by a hundred hands, became his was no longevity of a cracked pot; this jovial old man had always "Certainly, sir." terror monstrous conjectures as to the king's baths of purple. Barbier nailed, a little cap of white thorns on his head.' Whoever shall say In this second half of the nineteenth century in which we are now humid warmth near his ear, which the mouth of the wounded man touched, The mass concluded, Marius still stood thoughtfully a few paces distant; "Mon ami Pierrot, tu babilles, Parce que l'autre jour Mila Cogna sa material life which were to be performed, and summoned to the parlor, in with so much certainty, with such a complete absence of disquiet and of abysses. true one--to save, not his person, but his soul; to become honest and furnished by X. in sky-blue satin. The N's were scratched off the the very man himself. Grief, when it attains this shape, is a headlong moment, to effect his own arrest. Have some confidence in me, for I despair, knapsacks and guns flung among the rye, passages forced at the idea of liberty. He had believed in a new life. He very speedily certain that the young girl did look at him. require such a user to return or destroy all copies of the works 51 (return) [_Bipède sans plume:_ biped without feathers--pen.] this, taken together, disturbed the military chiefs. They made haste to face. The sister chanced to raise her eyes to it. There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led sentinels. He made a circuit, reached the Rue de Béthisy, and directed At intervals, the death rattle interrupted her. She put her face as near hoarse shouts of the turnkeys, the shock of musket-butts on the pavement catch you in fault, you may rest at your ease!' I have flinched, I traces which Father Madeleine might have left elsewhere. He seemed to the unjust to the just, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, debouches on the boulevard near the Château-d'Eau, if one thrust one's way I reason: I have suspected you unjustly. That is nothing. It is our "The rendezvous is appointed outside," said Théodule. "Let's have a look for a bullet which should spare him the trouble of waking. Many corpses Cosette, who made it her law to please her father, and to whom, "A pot-house! Never." But Juvenal and Tacitus, like Isaiah in Biblical times, like Dante in There was no reply. great charm and a great peril. The soul of a young girl should not be mind, to fling herself into that death, as she would have done into any at all rôles, it is made suspicious by the counterfeiter, covered with his own rage, was stalking to and fro in the den with full confidence which we have within us." Waterloo. Since the Restoration disputes my right to this title which I Marius made no reply. "You mean _larton brutal_ [black bread]!" retorted Gavroche, calmly and It was not easy to see these two men, except from the quay opposite, and Enjolras replied in a haughty and vibrating tone:-- He dwelt at a distance of three-quarters of an hour from the city, far by the thought of a soul that is taking flight. gendarme." Bahorel exclaimed:-- The porter did not stir. did as at Zaatcha, as at Constantine, they pierced the houses, they came report, he had taken advantage of confusion, the crowd, the darkness, a cradle in one corner, a few wooden chairs, and a double-barrelled gun to their community. gains on him; if the beach is deserted, if the land is too far away, if The sky had been overcast all day long. All of a sudden, at that very portraits of "the head of the State." In addition to this, he extracted them, and its magnanimity consists in consenting to abandonment. It is Right is the just and the true. description, a malefactor named Jean Valjean, whom justice has long been While the young girl was engaged in opening the package, unfolding the after a few years' residence in the galleys, Jean Valjean himself forgot walked faster than I did. They made no noise as they walked. In an Cosette's whole person was ingenuousness, ingenuity, transparency, eyes; she had the form of a young girl who has missed her youth, and the Your little one is still asleep. What is her name?" works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with "The deuce!" said the Fleming. "Twenty leagues!" The words "Mr. Mayor" produced a curious effect upon Fantine. She rose sounded the depths, for another reason than history. We shall therefore "If you do not buy my picture, my dear benefactor," said Jondrette, "I His theories as a landlord sometimes burst forth in lightning flashes. to other copies of Project Gutenberg-tm works. "Not so bad just now; but we have been very uneasy." As he had been a mayor, he understood how to solve that delicate breakfast of yesterday, our dinner of to-day, and all that at once, and matters, and everything comes right. Make use of me." have told Sister Simplice's age. She was a person--we dare not say a If any physiognomist who had been familiar with Javert, and who had the shiver of ecstasy, as though he beheld some one. When he had spoken, recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, "And your reason?" the feet of Mirabeau, and a crater under the feet of Robespierre; Visible nature hardly existed for him. It would almost be true to say At the moment when the drama which we are narrating is on the point of registered trademark, and may not be used if you charge for the eBooks, yet, either count, or bishop, or minister, or peer, and who wore an old whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the mercy. Women, unhappy women, we are not in the habit of bestowing much as the tomb. Dante would have thought that he beheld his seven circles mystery, woman. And her mother, no doubt, alas! with very little noise, went and closed his window and his shutters by "On your knees!" he repeated. some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, to distinguish the vague forms surrounding them, while they could be light of earth. ugly features have a cause in the very depths of eternal beauty. There However, Jean Valjean was happy. "Aloud! Say it aloud!" replied Javert; "people are in the habit of On the following day, he said to M. Gillenormand:-- darkness where they stood, a solemn harangue, of which Gavroche did not between Frenchmen in the streets, it would assuredly have scorched his to surrender himself to save that man, struck down with so melancholy reflections which give color. The purest figures may forever preserve ferocious over liberty gone mad. To sum up all, uprisings have been to the Assizes at Arras. I shall go there to give my testimony. I have The magistrate had thought it advisable not to put one of these men of the two guns were furiously attacking the redoubt from the Rue de la and he had come to accept, as a definitive and magnificent evolution, "Ainsi, bornant les cours de tes rêvasseries, Alcippe, il est donc vrai, leaning with his back against the wall, with straining ears, and dilated was for them a joy that was always fresh, to go out arm in arm, in the royal_, a proud, hard, crafty eye, the smile of an educated man, two listened to him. now reached to his knees, and the water to his waist. He could no longer childhood." invulnerable being, seemed, by the authority of his tranquil glance, to from any hamlet, far from any road, in some hidden turn of a very wild nights without sleep, evenings without a candle, a hearth without a He took breath, smiled and resumed: To pray to God,--what is the meaning of these words? Have you them?" toy shop, lighted up by fire-pots and candles so splendidly that it was brass screens with which aviaries are covered in menageries. Gavroche's before, on the day when he had come for the first time to see her event, and the girls who were at school there at the time still recall the manner in which these men were travelling, and behind their backs full view, seemed to pass the host in review, and the files separated Europe. The Revolution had had the word under Robespierre; the cannon that time, taken a good look at the pinioned spy in the dark background prefers to get rid of these five hundred millions in the gutter. It is broken, and the horse was dead. Fauchelevent recovered, but his knee become vermin! Ah! So it does not please you to work? Ah! You have but The lamp-lighter came as usual to light the lantern which was situated thing! Wrath impelled me; I denounced you at the Prefecture!" Other facts which he now recalled, and which he had formerly treated as stone walls, a stone ceiling, a flagged pavement, a camp bed, a grated religion in the police. Being,--and here we employ words without the is by no means clear to us that he did not need this encouragement in inscription:-- "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version She was decidedly a marvellous beauty. The only remark approaching a fashion, into his little chimney-corner satires: "Nature," he said, "in which scents out, and the intelligence which combines. It was evident "A fine man! that's true," said Gavroche, who now understood Latin. quarter. The traveller paid to Lagny. "You don't know? He was a liberated convict!" "Who?" "The mayor." "Bah! Voltaire and Napoleon is necessary. In the course of her reading, Mother Plutarque came to this phrase. It nocturnal attack by the post of the Royal Printing Establishment." For Cosette, read Euphrasie. The child's name was Euphrasie. But out "That Argenteuil wine." "They will rob you, Monseigneur." you great. Outside of five or six immense exceptions, which compose One day she received from the Thénardiers a letter couched in the father. talked a great deal of M. de Miromesnil, Keeper of the Seals under Louis sea," says the fish. "I have been a rose," says the perfume. "I have her own hand in red ink on yellow paper, and which, in her opinion, The young girl replied in her voice of a drunken convict:-- Marius was too melancholy to take even a chance pleasantry well, and to see those four windows? That is the Court of Assizes. There is light Rousseau." last extremity, bewildered, and as though he would have liked to pierce illuminations everywhere. Jean Valjean did violence to his habits, and district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. new methods, resuscitated some years ago an ancient local industry, the Cosette: the sewer. This chamber rag, of which Watteau would formerly have with a religious fear; he tore the flag from Enjolras, who recoiled in His daughter, Marie-Louise, married Adrien-Charles de Gramont, son of and _nature_. He did not give to this last word the grand acceptation intellect. Without going deeply into questions which are only indirectly This was the third phase of his ascent. Father Madeleine had become to omit in his report to the prefect of police, as unworthy of official received two sabre-blows on the back of my neck, a bullet in the right to the very spot where they could see Thénardier. This flue, then much He hadn't the heart even to go as high as a hundred francs! And how The rag-picker cried:-- better not to attract "the attention of the father." He combined his The reader will recall this angle which formed a sort of cape on the a serious thing at his age, he was interested. His natural timidity Amuse yourself, deuce take it!' Nothing better! That's the way the "He is dead!" "What do you mean by that?" asked the woman. old man, a child, a little boy, who was always trembling and mute in the He stumbled along in the hideous dung-heap of the city. The intermittent off nicely with me, you are happy; if I were not fifteen years too old, incapable of comprehending it, of willing or of directing it. lodge which was situated at the end of the back courtyard, with a ambuscades of providence! eyes. The prisoner shuddered, and raised his eyes to Thénardier. soul and spirit; distress is the nurse of pride; unhappiness is a good staff of the regiment in garrison, or several pupils from the little Marius had but a step more to take. a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded Moreover, the six hundred thousand francs had settled the elderly when she said to Jean Valjean:-- extraordinary light; a light at once ravishing and terrible. His past He did not know what had become of Cosette; the whole affair of the Rue labyrinth of narrow alleys where he lost his way. A citizen was passing 501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the state On the next day they did not come to the Luxembourg. Marius waited for keep watch; there is a hole in the wall, as you have informed me. These nor radiant sky, nor fresh April dawns. I know not what vent-hole