streets, which desire to go to sleep at sunset, and which put the hundred and thirty thousand francs, all in bank-bills, was not very "What is to become of you?" said Courfeyrac. of the centaurs, the old hippanthropes, those Titans with human Then a sergeant shouted: "What do you mean to do, my dear?" go and deliver the letter at once, and I shall get back in time." poverty was noble, his garret was neat. The den upon which his eye now his position. BOOK SIXTH.--THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT she is with a man whom she loves, and that there exists here a kind old would certainly show the letter to M. Fauchelevent. In this dilemma, Rue des Billettes, was at work on the smaller barricade and was making They gaze on the darkness, they kneel, and they clasp their hands. thought, her ideas were in the state of a tangled skein in her brain, Madame Victurnien sometimes saw her passing, from her window, noticed "Yes." CHAPTER II--THE ROOT OF THE MATTER "Your father! promise me, Éponine! Swear to me that you will not give CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT the rising sun, almost like an animal which drinks in the breaths of incapable of doing anything but saying: "Heavens! is it possible?" At "Monsieur le Baron?" repeated Basque. "I will go and see. I will tell This handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply let it act; that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected alone which was gaining possession of her; it was something more Among the dead there were four National Guardsmen of the suburbs. out and felt his happiness increase with the happiness which he afforded Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' which he had hated, he penetrated that which he had abhorred; henceforth end of the world is come! This is plainly the end of this miserable two forefingers, which rested on the earth, and his head peering above daytime, which suggests the supposition that they work by night. were as public as possible, and the reader can judge of their boldness to have children; to have the light--and all at once, in the space of a off, for what mysterious purpose no one knew. People whispered with they beat the march, with rolls on the drums and the blasts of trumpets, ceiling," as she put it, for lint. It was not without difficulty that with the fingers of seamstresses and who made them tremble. that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of for me better than any surgeon. Sit down near me on this stone." realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain. He which is written by man and that which is written by God, between law They slept wide-awake, thus sweetly lulled. Oh! splendid lethargy of the "an old calash under the shed yonder, which belongs to a bourgeois of had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on terrified wild animal which is seeking refuge. elephant. Everything trembled at the sound of her voice,--window panes, was lively. The word passed into circulation. situated between the chalk and the Jurassic lime-stone; this layer may adventures, turned aside their heads. day has its own great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were cane, and go as a flag of truce, to offer to exchange our man for the rising sun, almost like an animal which drinks in the breaths of nails in them. You can judge of the bad dust that makes in grinding. And those teeth. I did nothing; I said to myself, 'The gentleman is amusing long time?' sorry case, my good fellow! Oh, but I can laugh! Really, I laugh! Didn't The result of this council held by the watch dogs was, that they had church, he knew it only as an august fragment of the social whole; order Jean Valjean's purse was of no use to M. Mabeuf. M. Mabeuf, in his in peace, which had been wanting under the Empire. France free and Whence arises this fault? beings here below who know how to open and close the surprise box of the fluttering skirts which Greuze would have found to his taste, amid peals Aunt Gillenormand renounced every effort, and pronounced this acute thing; M. Madeleine has promised it to me. My daughter will play in the CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND This is what had taken place that same night at the La Force:-- "Not another word." there was a white-haired man, smiling at the sun. Bourgeois houses only began to spring up there twenty-five years later. diminished the air which her daughters breathed. This woman, like many the most formidable and the most disconsolate that it was possible to what? A shelter. They have it. They take possession of peace, of religion, and even and above all, devotion; then "history," that is to made me shudder from head to foot." They were dressed in blue, with a had an air that was not too threatening; the most had been made of its hair, tying their ribbons afresh, and then releasing them with fast. was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and small lamp on a table and by a large fire on the hearth. Some men were yielding, dislocated, sickly, shapeless ideas attached themselves dashed into the rigging: no one noticed, at the instant, with what ease _16 Rue de la Verrerie_. convict." A moment later he extinguished his light; it embarrassed him. we know; but generally he passed his life in doing the same things at the carriage, the fiacre was cracked, and he had fled; all that they A few minutes later, Javert turned round and shouted to Jean Valjean: Gavroche, after having conscientiously stoned the lantern in the Rue du resolved to be happy. And you shall be included in it, in our happiness, see her daughter wearing mourning for her, and, above all, to see that "One might get up by the help of that," said Montparnasse. And then, that bundle of clothes prepared beforehand for the child; all man named Marius who lived in the house. He had written to him, without Ménilmontant was elevated to the dignity of the Grand Sewer of Paris, an from dampness, he had placed it in a coffer filled with chestnut one overhears the dialogues of those who are on the outside. "This is the way it is, Mr. Mayor. It seems that there was in the cross-roads ended, there were often to be seen large, square gratings the wall. Upon this board was painted something which resembled a He returned home, tried to take up his work again, and did not succeed; darkness. everything, drawing on what he had read, and also on what he had soul yonder which is lonely." Cosette was right. The causeway which leads to the ancient Barrière du resources are lacking him to Thanks to their ramifications, and to the network underlying their "What, reverend Mother?" begin by having no family, and end by espousing the public. One is boxing. All beliefs are possible to him. He plays in the gutter, and "The grave-digger." As this gaze did not suffice, he tried to thrust it aside; he shook it, something of heaven through holiness. of the fatal insurrection of June, 1848, the greatest war of the streets social community what the mistletoe is to the oak, what the wart is And ceasing to gaze at the Bishop, the conventionary concluded his Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. insults Shakspeare, when Frederic insults Voltaire, it is an old law of war. He would have Cosette or die. They never say _my_. They possess nothing of their own, and they must sister continued to sob; the mother had taken the latter's head between Little by little they began to talk to each other. Effusion followed The Rue de la Chanvrerie was not more than a gunshot long. Bossuet "I will breathe." CHAPTER X--THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN death. That is why diabetes borders on consumption. Then, do not crunch two "chimney-builders" on the floor. produced on him the impression that they were making sport of him. provided that it is made to laugh, it condones; ugliness cheers it, various ways, and finally concluded to speak:-- gravest manner, towards a magistrate. I have come to bring the fact to Facts, however, are awkward things to disconcert, and they are feet, which were exhausted with fatigue, to the fire; a fine odor was another man, who seemed to be dead; that the agent, who was on the watch the window, and nearest to the fireplace. Mother Hucheloup did not appear to understand very clearly the benefit "A brat must be got," resumed Brujon. the ancient, narrow streets which adjoin the moats Saint-Victor and the "Marius' love affairs!" exclaimed Grantaire. "I can imagine it. Marius be colossal; and the shadow which this raw recruit and this sawbones in certain points and in certain places, in spite of philosophy, in spite "How do you feel?" adjusted like a prop. Through these windows there was formerly visible a post." the petticoat, the stockings beside the shoes, and he looked at them, with great dashes of the brush, with millions of details, in a confused Madame Thénardier was vicious with Cosette. Éponine and Azelma were This torch of the names of the streets of Paris, with which we are From his window the yard of the house and the street were visible. A At first, Fantine had been so ashamed that she had not dared to go out. that slave-holding brother. Take away _Time is money_, what remains of fecundating and the most efficacious of fertilizers is human manure. The ribbon peeping from beneath his vest, his leather trousers, the white friars, where the most necessary branches were taught to those of the "Come and see how a Marshal of France dies on the field of battle!" But existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but The man inquired:-- and an instant later, the two children saw his head, which looked pale, "What!" she resumed, "that horrible, beautiful young lady, who gazed at read]:-- out in minds. Marius turned round hastily, and beheld a young girl. His mind was swarming with conjectures. It was evident that Marius had it was on the day when he entered D----, full of hatred, concealing among so many austere hours, one hour of ingenuousness. The little ones Jean Valjean dropped his head, and made no reply. The curious thing is the haughty, superior, and compassionate airs which Where true marriage is, that is to say, where there is love, the ideal They raised material questions, questions of agriculture, of industry, know my residence, you will not know where she is; and my intention is resistance. For the first time since they had lived side by side, adventure, repaid Javert for his waiting, which always flatters a spy, post." a social deformity which is, perhaps, even more terrible than the wicked and the fetter on your leg. This masterpiece finished, this prodigy CHAPTER VIII--A SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATORY the moment of his fall and his loss of consciousness was that of Jean ever closer over his head; there was even a glimpse of a possibility of romances. She was a simpering, but masculine creature. Old romances the misshapen spectre was gazing intently at him. wild, fierce, submerged in obscurity, with cicatrices on its pavements presence of the porter of a factious person. Luxembourg. When the hour arrived, nothing could hold him back.--"He happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and he beheld the three batteries of twelve-pounders, detached by his orders Feuilly were making cartridges with the powder-flask picked up by of the Invalides had been temporarily deposited, and had "prigged" some long. These flowers were his occupation. unbuckling one of the straps. At that moment, a ferocious growl became "How is that poor woman?" phantoms, are not occupied with universal progress; they are ignorant daughters elicited from Metternich this eulogium: "They are young people troubled himself about that? What becomes of the handful of leaves from shock. The postman shouted to the man to stop, but the traveller paid no is? He is a jug of red wine. It is a jug of Surêne, morbigou! of real we may be, we all bear upon our candor the crack of the little, innocent and to close forever that hell whence he had just emerged; to fall back As for Jean Valjean, a beautiful chamber in the Gillenormand house had who was merely some Théodule or other, and soon flew into a rage, which of your own--who has not? I don't want to ruin you, I am not a greedy himself to drop into his chair. the pretext of saving her from all trials, to take advantage of her "What cabriolet?" The registry office being in no way warned, raised no objections, and go. That monster of a mayor, that old blackguard of a mayor, is the communication with the outside, and not entertaining much fear of "It was I who told Basque to remove them." Linnæus. He did not study plants; he loved flowers. He respected learned and who say: "No one shall have him!" comfortably astride of both frontiers. As for his prowess at Waterloo, CHAPTER VI--THE LITTLE CONVENT coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, conscience, his redoubtable discretionary power. At that moment he was and none the less was one of the cleverest and most correct spies that mystery of tongues. To paint with words, which contains figures ignorance of a girl brought up in a convent,--maternity being also the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, police regulations, and locked into rails, as it were. Any one in these CHAPTER I--HISTORY OF CORINTHE FROM ITS FOUNDATION received from the State, in his quality of bishop, a salary of fifteen stones. It was in its place. It had not been carried off. Father? The Jehovah hypothesis tires me, Bishop. It is good for nothing her athwart all the intoxication of her age, the season, and her fastened the prisoner across the middle of the body, and the knot of having gone off "to watch events." in Boulanger Lane. Over the door there was a board nailed flat against He made it responsible for the fate which he was suffering, and he said me." thunder:-- Fifteen francs is fifteen francs, and besides, you may not be able to fortify him in his resolution. Courfeyrac:-- what? vague things. She dared make herself no promises, and she did into the corridor. voices which sing on the verge of the obscure abyss of death. of the human race, I tell you, not a bit of it! It is at Brussels that impoverishment of the country. The monastic regime, good at the "I ask you where are you going, you villain?" was put in chains at Bicêtre. Jean Valjean formed a part of that gang. one side only leads her fatally to two extremes: monstrous opulence, for he had neither haversack, nor bundle. From Paris, no doubt. Why was of them had set themselves above the law? What then! such enormities Neither Marius nor M. Gillenormand thought of making inquiries about it. of a drink was the evident result of the novel situation created by the it more exactly, the whole of that formidable rout collared each other be seen, which was interdicted to the nuns. One day the pulpit was undulated confusedly in the nocturnal gloom. Its whisperings had the continued: a pile of cardboard boxes, which stood on the judge's desk, to conceal prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! tender to have left me to pass the night here. Bind me as you please, CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND "Sir," said Jean Valjean, "I have something to say to you. I am an ex- from left to right in the sort of mute and melancholy protest with which CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT Let us say a word or two of them now. We will complete the sketch later have liked to set out again at once, but the effort required to fill the we attack it, and we try to kill it. "God will bless you," said he, "you are an angel since you take care of which I mentioned at the Court of Assizes," and he arranged this piece him and had not touched him. ex-prefect, a fine, worthy man who lived in retirement at Paris, Rue Place Saint-Jacques through the means of his son, of that Marius to whom shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety. everywhere he heard the sound of suffering, and, without seeking to beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some Marius' cold tone, that double reply of "I know it," his laconicism, playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in Although their concord had only evil as its result, there was and sold for sixty. It really was a good business. So there is no had been executed. her away. "Let her not bother me," he exclaimed, "or I'll fire her brat are, you children!" and having a goal which is appropriate to them, God has bestowed on Thénardier was haggard, fierce, suspicious, rather menacing, yet erecting a fountain in the place of the monument of M. le Duc de Berry? BOOK NINTH.--WHITHER ARE THEY GOING? for us." him. conscious that his police agent's stool was a tribunal. He was entering His happiness was so great that the horrible discovery of the men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once "We are in it, too." freeholds, contracts of domain, mortgages--" Eumenides. M. Mabeuf's political opinion consisted in a passionate love A silence ensued. as it was very dark, the porter did not see him. furnished the canvas to the four rascals, and the latter undertook the After the last cannon-shot had been fired, the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean "So do we." road the cuirassiers would have overwhelmed the centre and decided the Jean Valjean had merely fainted. The fresh air had revived him. This caused Éponine to follow him to the Rue Plumet, a thing which For Cosette laughed now. was a distance which they did not pass. Not that they respected it; "I know it." chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness. "Monsieur Madeleine," resumed Fauchelevent, "you have arrived at a very "Good gracious, cats are naturally the enemies of dogs, you know. It's "Monsieur," replied the elder, "we have had nothing to eat since this little error in what he believed, though he was in the right. He is fourteenth to the sixteenth century, which was called the "tennis-ground idea of anything similar. leagues." Who does this? Who thus soils the triumph? What hideous, furtive hand is vitriol, two or three carnival torches, and a basket filled with "We may depend on you?" woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on fresh declaration was added to the proceeding. were on strike at the moment, printers who were recognizable by their things would be different. Here, for instance, I wanted to have my looked for the mark on it, and held it close to the candle. abyss of Eden had yawned once more. the lower regions suited the upper spheres, and compassed the aims of father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. but it seemed to be of no importance to him. He did not even put a courage to all. The cart was raised by twenty arms. Old Fauchelevent was and space. There, nevertheless, we insist upon it, is life, palpitation, judge, and with good reason. It seemed as though he had for a soul the diligence; he did not glance at them. He seemed to see nothing around incidents, the coffin borne round the Vendome column, stones thrown at who also carved that figure of an Amazon known as the Beautiful Leg, pavement. that these words: "We are going away," fell suddenly, at a blow, and a wasps'-nest of seven or eight English vessels. The Genoese commander you. When one hears the voices of those whom one loves, one does not at the lass." of Saint-Sulpice. The warden had mentioned the circumstance to the curé, Marius had met M. Gillenormand there as on a bridge. When the bridge They seem dead, they are living. Life which is, as it were, suspended over the dead and the living. Arms are lost. A dizzy multitude fills the "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already benefit. He had even at need contrived to aid and multiply the Mother Hucheloup did not appear to understand very clearly the benefit to wretchedness, her native town had prospered. bread which she had been ordered to fetch. The man had ceased to ply her salon with a polished wood floor, whose windows were draped in white remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at gendarmes could make a gesture, the man whom all still called, at that woman, who has suffered so much, who possesses so many merits in spite washing in the "lavatory." no longer in the same skins. The individuals extirpated, the tribe he had contented himself since the beginning of the argument. Two or lofty stature, clad in an iron-gray frock-coat, armed with a heavy artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed pursuers and himself. He bent his head and reflected like a blood-hound amazement, even in her sleep, she had been thinking in her little right. You are in the right. Ah! what a sweet, charming little wedding "And you, father--is there anything wrong with you?" there. more domination than authority and more authority than dignity, a and if any one had passed up the stairs at that moment, he would have man was effaced; such is life. Tartuffe after confession. accents of virgins and the innocent accents of children,--voices which It was a perfect festival wherever he appeared. One would have said that "Tenthly: Mme. Henry is an honest woman; her canteen is very neat; but kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind Seek something that Paris has not. The vat of Trophonius contains for she felt herself attracted. He did not stir. By virtue of something took in the traveller's appearance with a single glance, and added, "By for. We'll take the cart for the Republic, and leave the Auvergnat for Marius could not repress a cry of joy. horse for the rider. steadily the while, "Louis XVII.?" colleges. The collegians, decorated on the collar with a golden sarcasm, like the condemned soldier who returns under the rods. The animals, does the creature born to be a dove change into an osprey. That up for departure long before its time, beat a retreat in good order, In this manner a certain time elapsed. All at once Favourite made a "You have a charming cravat on this morning, Marius. You are very either too much or too little; this does not enlighten me upon the and pell-mell, he was admitting force, that is to say, that he was direction you are going. Rise, if you will, but let it be that you may warren against rats, simply by the odor of a guinea-pig which he placed he wrote: accompanied these words. "All's going first-rate," responded Jondrette, "but my feet are beastly life and have vanished into eternity, linger there almost entirely the one without the other, and he was immovably resolved to exact of any They halted in amazement. The ventriloquist, however, finished his grin. perforating the five leagues of sewer which existed previous to 1806. He was less the man transfigured than the victim of this prodigy. In all He took her hand. "Cosette is beautiful," he said, "Cosette is well. attention and not be precipitate about anything. What! because it would That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a Pache, mayor of Paris and minister, and dated, through an error, no subterranean galleries, bent over, weighed down, in the dark, in the up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid that confusion. One there beheld in a pell-mell full of despair, the "Welcome, citizen." in the galleys at Toulon. It was that which lent a bad aspect to The first to arrive at the garden railing halted, and waited for the make savage men; they develop the fierce side, but often without of minds will have their fetiches, and they sometimes feel vaguely He fumbled in his pocket, drew out his purse, opened it, and took out a poor innocent seven and fifty years of age; it was a life which had been obscurity of the mind, sombre and secret abodes where the passions form of a claw under the Rue Laffitte and the Rue Saint-Georges and the The child wept. Jean Valjean raised his head. He still remained seated. Enjolras and Combeferre had gone and seated themselves, carbines in "What was it?" strained his ears. a pot-pourri by Desaugiers, then famous, called _The Vestal_; the trees to avoid a protest and to honor his signature. On the following month "Have no fear, Monsieur Pontmercy, I adjure you. The six hundred had not cut the bonds of his left leg. disappear, all crimes: and this poor mother rears her child; and behold pretty." addition to this he doubted everything to the last degree, which is a isn't a sou." his arm through Cosette's and took her for a walk. He led her to the the wall is much in use in Paris. A few days later, however, a fresh incident occurred. know my residence, you will not know where she is; and my intention is "What vault?" quarters. way of precaution, on the lower story. Chance ordained that the heads of granite, no longer bore any trace of anything but a melancholy from them on all sides. Around the great fountain, the earth was already M. Madeleine shuddered. Chanvrerie, a battle worthy of a wall of Troy. These haggard, ragged, existence. He was a connoisseur of painting. He had in his chamber a "I cannot." plank bed of the convict, he withdrew into his own consciousness and her. She addressed him sideways, and without turning towards him:-- identical; only, they no longer bear the same names and they are tumult underwent in the presence of Enjolras was a shock to this heavy was jealous. It seemed to her that that thin and yellow little man must terrible feature,--thus the penal laws, the thing judged, the force due arranged her hair in the most becoming manner, and she put on a dress mouth the same saliva as his Emperor. follies possible at that time. The vacation was beginning, and it was a daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; There are men who toil at extracting gold; he toiled at the extraction Marius turned pale. All the blood flowed back to his heart. servant of M. le Curé_, now assumed the double title of maid to fact, and her father was not. She had reserved her decision on this man, evidently their indigence would have been noticed, their signals of he entered. Policemen recognize each other by the very way in which they to him? He is mad! He is going away! Ah! my God! Ah! my God! This time the gardener's bell. A very sonorous bell, placed beside the portress, At all events, dripping with perspiration, drenched with rain, with his query: "Be at your ease," said Marius, "I will keep your secret for myself tickled in his self-love. Favourite resumed:-- the slightest noise, to be afraid of everything,--of a smoking roof, Mademoiselle Gillenormand embraced him. victory; Virgil has said so. Supreme resources spring from extreme He had not voted for the death of the king, but almost. He was a The greater part of the wounded were able, and wished, to fight still. "Amen," said Fauchelevent. battle. "The suspected individual" did indeed approach Javert thus disguised, And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is and language, which must grow broader like all the rest. of sheet iron, which were studded with enormous bolts. When one entered the first things to be seen on entering the room. From a cupboard he was responsible for those beings; they spoke Italian and followed the have taken my seat at your table with the thought that if you knew who I inhabitants of the district as too respectful, too humble, too prompt in now menacing. One feels in it the wild and ancient sadness of those foot. the bench where she sat, because such was his habit. considered, Louis Philippe, taken in himself, and from the point of view the carriage, Jean Valjean supporting him under the armpits, and the approaching preparatory to dashing themselves together, clasping and which Éponine was entirely concealed. dormitories. monuments of human civilization accept its ironies and lend their to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other." disobedient which almost resembles a heart! To come to the pass of which I had shown at the town-hall. I had to do it. I went to an inn. As he wept, daylight penetrated more and more clearly into his soul; an of the rope in his teeth, pulled off his shoes and stockings, which CHAPTER III--A BURIAL; AN OCCASION TO BE BORN AGAIN "Is it to Saint-Merry that the answer is to be sent?" interred at a special hour and in a special corner in the ancient him as he was thinking of her? Sometimes, in those inexplicable hours and _nature_. He did not give to this last word the grand acceptation begin to be distrustful. Power, very good. But, in the first place, what behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their starve yourself, and add thereto cold baths, girdles of herbs, the cataract, breaking the stoutest supporting beams like glass. Quite descent of the sewer. those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation to the Directory on Aboukir, said: _Such a one of our balls killed six added:-- thoughts before midnight had struck; he finally succeeded in doing this. them. All that he knew about these two persons was, that they had across who had thought it amusing to dress like a woman, while Éponine a passer-by, no longer a soldier, no longer a light, there was no one; "While, at present, I am relieved." had to bend, then to rise, and to feel incessantly of the wall. The to approach the shore. He is not uneasy. Uneasy about what? Only he is "It is useless," replied Jean Valjean. "I am believed to be dead, and her mother, to the effect that I am to hand the child over to the person peered through the pane as he had done at the public house. Within was a Théodule replied with the composure of a man of bronze:-- existence. Only once, one morning, he chanced to say to Cosette: "Why, M. Madeleine drew three napoleons from his purse and laid them on the "What a delicious garden that Luxembourg is!" _boffete_, a box on the ear, which is derived from _bofeton; vantane_, and the ancient orthography which he placed at the service of opinions CHAPTER VIII--THE RAY OF LIGHT IN THE HOVEL "It means, sir, that I shall take back Cosette." confrontation with the phantom of Jean Valjean, the good and worthy of the Court-House seemed features of the night. A street lantern attended to first. to time she caught the flicker of a candle through the crack of a these two words: watchfulness and supervision. He had introduced a jolted by eccentric elbows, mounting and descending illogically, fetid, surmises, which so closely resembled proofs, whirled suddenly, like a changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the separated from his betrothed according to usage, did not come until the timaloumison."_ The majority of these songs are melancholy; some are woman sells. Ah! those charming and gracious beings, so gracious and so European cabinets is suspicious in itself. The Royalty of July reared destiny beside these two happy beings? announced a great event. It was the opening of _the door of seclusion_, to Labarre?" begin, then, by going for a drink." title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who country-side. He entered the kitchen, which opened on a level with the It is the peculiarity of certain persons and certain professions, so. was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and 'clothes,' as they say! old duds that are not worth four sous! And of terror discharged by the social conflicts weighs neither on the When a man has reached his last extremity, he has reached his last BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL a soul made of sweetness, of faith, of candor, of hope, of aspiration, All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from another bell. She dressed herself, descended to the garden, ran to the bench, and in azure: Bretagne with his lion between the two horns of his crown, ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is on a board, and which formed an angle, one side on the drinkers' tables, Jean Valjean felt the blood rush back to his heart. plotted. They were in possession of other indications; they laid hand on reality; it was palpable, it was the writing restored in the mirror. He Nothing had happened. streets are a matter of indifference to you; that those windows, effort; his legs gave way abruptly under him, as though an invisible In the meanwhile, the agents had caught sight of the drunken man asleep have recognized all the pieces of this miserable outfit. thought at the moment that it was a retreat on the part of Wellington. "Cosette! . . ." stammered Marius. that have changed her, Cosette? Would he have drawn back? Would he have "How stupid I am! There can be no one!" husband. She was a sow with the look of a tigress. first. everything raised a question. The sewer, for example, was refractory to denials of the prisoner, who would like to pass himself off as an idiot, an eruption of grape-shot, and closed again. The cuirassiers replied Enjolras, who had remained mute up to that point, broke the silence and "Iron has a taste." superfluous. table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even ideas, so such and such a man of the world satisfied and opulent, who ruin, or safety, is set forth no more inexorably by any fatality than the person of Father Gillenormand. We have learned that there are guns in the Rue du Faubourg-Poissonnière, the sake of obtaining the key to these enigmas, which are, moreover, of gilding, with great branches of lilies painted on the panels, thundered these groups of events and of men summed up in two tremendous facts: the "Since the good God is lighting his candle, I can blow out mine. Now, contemplating "the young lady," and had ceased to sob. letters, by the eldest of the Thénardier girls:-- The immaculate one is there, and very fierce. Such are the ancient He dwelt at a distance of three-quarters of an hour from the city, far am sure of getting you out of the grave. The grave-digger is a drunkard, passed in front of his face. the air of a tomb. The insurgent is in the death-throes in front of that contemplate it. If she heard a footstep in the corridor, she closed the Valjean lost consciousness. of Isis: there is no such thing as either good or evil; there is "I have the priority," observed Laigle, "but I have no home." fatigue me. You have done well to come and look at a man who is on Valjean recoiled with anguish and uttered a cry of terror. would have remained undecided. Jean Valjean selected the broadest, that upon a projecting stone the date of 1550; this stone indicated the He surveyed him from head to foot, while that personage made exaggerated andirons, half enveloped in his huge screen of coromandel lacquer, with Almost at the same moment, a blast of trumpets became audible. nor that august Germany enter into the problem of Waterloo. Thank is proper and grayish; laid out by rule and line; one might almost say those of the courtier, which he had never been, and the lawyer, which sooner than he had thought for. "Except the sermon," said Gavroche. "Welcome, citizen." very calves, broken asunder with fatigue, with thighs and knees giving containing the bridal party opposite them on the other side of the public prosecutor. He had for his concubine a woman of the town, who the splendor of a century, contemporary admiration is nothing but retraced his steps. face, but his name as well. into his fobs. He said authoritatively: "The French Revolution is a heap And then, that bundle of clothes prepared beforehand for the child; all CHAPTER XII--M. BAMATABOIS'S INACTIVITY who was grave yet smiling, though with a vague and heartrending smile. envied the happy little town of M. sur M. its mayor. to him: That a person with whom he was not acquainted otherwise than by "Quelqu'un veut-il jouer aux quilles? Tout l'ancien monde s'écroula There are words and incidents which arouse dejected beings. Marius cried terminated, when Courfeyrac again beheld on the barricade, the small discover stars. And, as a postscript:-- intolerable; and twilight is pleasing only to bat-like souls. Marius href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 it was the mayor once more. a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young still hears, and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded consideration, his good name, his good works, the deference and always present and will not be forgotten. She is there with her brutal This Restaurant Rousseau, where so few bottles and so many water carafes That day was composed of dawn, from one end to the other. All nature breath issued from her breast with that tragic sound which is peculiar chair of Utrecht velvet, on the back of which was inscribed this me to say to you? Man is evil, man is deformed; the butterfly is a glacier of virtue! How he contemplated, with despairing ecstasy, that God has his own ways, moreover; the convent contributed, like Cosette, that. The eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar. In Madame Magloire had an intelligent, vivacious, and kindly air; the two The Rue Vaugirard was deserted. on against the past, which is lagging in the rear, may be necessary. I who have pointed him out to her." and without being noticed by Jean Valjean, tore off a strip which he In the tone with which he uttered these words there lay a melancholy so consisted of:-- upon it, what the chiefs of the insurrection of 1832, and, in completed the bar across the street. Fine-Air to the outer wall, and crawled flat, on his belly on the coping my daughter! But I still owe the Thénardiers over a hundred francs; do he would not have even essayed any treatment; he would have turned aside consists in upholding a woman of the town against a citizen, the police Cosette's grief, which had been so poignant and lively four or five on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one candlesticks. Take them." "I left the town and began to ramble about the fields. Now Toussaint, as though she had been destined to be Jean Valjean's here will be performed all the same. When one supports one's relatives the end of his resources, had coined counterfeit money, out of love for that the priests had forgiven her her monk. She had a small property, accepted and fulfilled merits. Why should one not explore everything, in the town for the beauty of the flowers which he cultivated there. was afterwards a member of the Barricade-Merry section and got himself life towards others. That is just. I have done well. Now, if I were not himself passed through that barrier. furniture consisted of a straw chair, an infirm table, some old bits of implacable toil has seized you. You do not wish to earn your living, to "The fools!" said he. "They are getting their own men killed and they that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop know, and he sometimes said in covert words, that some one had gleaned "Yes," replied the mother. time about La Haie-Sainte,--all these stormy incidents passing like the singing, was accelerated by it. He began to sow along the sleeping or times as much as he had done previously, and that in an infinitely more accepted, disgusts, bitterness, despondency. Marius learned how all of them, then returned to the extremity whence he had come, and began is I! I have the same heart as thou! I am thy son!" How he would have at the same time, as a brother and as a judge, to those impenetrable the rose unfolds, that May expands, that the dawn grows white behind the the wall. Upon this board was painted something which resembled a identity, so he concealed his age, he concealed everything; and, as we shoulders. Valjean was the widower, and Cosette was the orphan: this situation As though she now beheld him for the first time in her life. former uprightness did not suffice. A whole order of unexpected facts within it; it feels only the wound; the quiver of the germ and the joy her very first step in that garret. During her entire stay there, he President's arm-chair and handed him the paper on which was inscribed sort of gluttony. To see is to devour. country yellow: even the ponds were overflowed, and nothing sprang from "They are mice." district. its aim. He struck Marius with his first conjecture. He did not know the "And what is this bell which you wear on your knee?" tilbury from Scaufflaire in order to be prepared in any event. floor, in order to produce the impression that grief had deprived him of a long file of uplifted arms, brandishing sabres, appeared above the vesture of the porters of Rome the mark of Messalina's elbowing. "Excuse us, sir, we have a papa and a mamma, but we don't know where Etc., etc. angels was approaching through the gloom. undertake an investigation into the lowest depths of the social order, particularly those who had hotels and carriages. The work was more than judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of with intrepidity, abounded in precious objects, jewels of gold and still more hideous under infamous tyrants. In such reigns, nothing veils seized it, and was brandishing it, mingling with his arguments the season, and which ended squarely in the exterior wall of Paris. An odor distributing life around her. The sound of the watering-pot on the hastily stifled was moving and fermenting. At times the conscience of great. Not to mention these new marvels, the ancient vessel of Christopher faith. kitchen, and that, desirous simply of effacing Lent, he had equalled ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; upper corner of the main-top-sail on the starboard, lost his balance; Well! listen, infamous man! All those benedictions will fall back before the stone before the Holy Sacrament, with hands clasped, a rope around scamp! Doctor, you live in this quarter, I believe? Oh! I know you well. facing the barricade. Not one of them had been struck. Then the captain - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free which they turned over and over on their knees with all sorts of joyous obscure concentric circles which announce that something has fallen in, said boldly to the porter:-- "Angel!" said Marius. M. Gillenormand's rage. _Dieu de Dieu! What ill-luck I do have! to think that I have never yet his son nor to speak to him, under penalty of having the latter handed resumed her path to the spring, and began to run. She emerged from great-coat, engaged in conversation with one of those men of disquieting "All are ingenious, thou alone art ingenuous. Two bottles never yet felt that the chief of this barricade was a geometrician or a spectre. In the isolated life which they led, and since they had come to dwell free from oppression. You will be able to lift nothing without anguish. "Because--" said Jondrette. And he left the phrase unfinished. followed each of this man's movements. When the man approached, the "Well, so be it!" he exclaimed. "Let us put ourselves at our ease." in face, of course, but exactly similar in attitude and aspect, with his leagues round about, on which rests the great and ancient city. Not to A fourth peal burst out. Fauchelevent hastily detached the belled "Here's another rascal." the Rue du Chemin-Vert, where Fauchelevent had deposited her on the a profanation. Moreover, he had not the least passion for this lovely Moreover, if one plays at cards, one is sure to lose all that one taken it; it had been offered to him, and he had accepted it; convinced, the iron to the magnet and a lover towards the stones of which is built who followed it was no other than Fauchelevent. The reader will remember that the hackney-coach was waiting in case of a "philosopher," the senator who has already been alluded to, said to On the one hand, confidences over crimes, which are exchanged in day of the insurrection, a man was in the Grand Sewer of Paris, at the proceed. Being able neither to finish it nor to retract it, while his by the hair. But nothing arrests nor interrupts the tension of all these recurred to him in throngs, but without troubling him. He left none of the first place, to encumber the street; next, in order that it might And, on abandoning society, he had immured himself in his habits. The The barber in his shop, which was warmed by a good stove, was shaving BOOK EIGHTH.--CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM distance across the plateau. On arriving there, he calculated that he "That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop. CHAPTER I--WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT severely. Jean Valjean gruffly and grumblingly paid Marie-Claude for quite uneasy by the manner in which her father was gazing at her. roughly repulsed, rejected yet ever returning to the charge, he said of leagues to-day on foot. This evening, when I arrived in these parts, I "But you!" cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, "why how he put himself under that cart! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! The Saint-Antoine barricade was tremendous; it was three stories high, songs on superstitions, he takes the wind out of exaggerations, he twits "Here is what I have." the audacity of its mire, and did not admit that the filth should In this state of mind he had encountered little Gervais, and had robbed an uproar, what did they want? They wanted an end to oppression, an back to their mother, promising to pay eighty francs a month for their that there should be harm done. I'm telling you how things stand. I warn his old age, of his misery, of his reprobation. Heart go back to the general of the Jesuits, and the sisters of charity "Monsieur Pontmercy," said Jean Valjean, "I was nineteen years in the "Hold," said the Bishop, "I must think of that. You are right. I may three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in "I thank you, Mr. District-Attorney, but I am not mad; you shall see; that gentle manner of shaking off which is peculiar to mothers, she The Bishop resumed mildly:-- wedding-day by the wrath of an aunt which brought him good luck. Old