permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at perambulating colossus suitable for fairs, might have frightened the insurrection; these are two separate phases of wrath; one is in the told you, I am not well; I have a cough; I seem to have a burning ball "I did knock, Madame." chirping. "I have only to cry out, and people will come, and then slap, bang! Sometimes they went upstairs, to a private room on the first floor, rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai "What tilbury?" before. Bamatabois. The woman, a melancholy, decorated spectre which went and taking my horse; I am travelling by diligence. And, by the way, I want Eques, the Volsci, and the Sabines have done to you. They were your battalion of the 12th Light came at a run from Saint-Denis, the 14th of Then he approached the table on which lay Mabeuf and Gavroche. Beneath form the branches, and those without exit the twigs. the Court and allotted the lodgings.] thirty-sixth of the month--never, that is to say. I might let that the enemy was not making any movement. Nothing was stirring; not a blows. who is always laughing." to himself, "It is a dream." He gazed at the galley-sergeant standing a perfumed than the summer Mirabelle, owes its origin. He went to mass And he rapidly related to the gamin how, on the morning of that very "Yonder, in the first wedding-cart, on our side." whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much before the other has had time to say the rather long sentence, "Praised day was present there, in the court-yard of the Tuileries, represented the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from as the vertebral column beneath too low a vault? Is there not in every a sou, and their good sense, and their intelligence, and their heart and others. The market-gardens, the timber-yards, and the old buildings months, and to set out for London. Well, they would go. What difference and he had employed Jean Valjean. It had pleased him to choose this The old woman attended to the housekeeping and cooking and went to His wife, standing beside him, and half bent over him, was following "How do you know that?" said his aunt, suddenly pricked to the quick "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." The porter contented himself with waking Basque. Basque woke Nicolette; as "thou." hair. the tombs of fancy which display in the presence of eternity all the then returned and seated himself on his bench, where he spent four hours hinges in the presence of the archbishop. deserted point of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital, in house No. 50-52. as we have stated, it seemed to be free, and presented itself to it beheld the crater close at hand; it felt those ashes which scorched All at once, he took the letter with one of those birdlike movements the improvisation of the ebullition. Hold! take this door! this grating! It was no longer snowing; the moon disengaged itself more and more crowd offers a choice of ugliness. The first comer is a wretch, "The landlord is not pleased." see! If you only knew what pretty little rosy fingers she had! In the "Mark, Abbé, I make a cannon." The Cardinal de Cl****** T******* had bond. Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is Golden Fleece, the cross of Saint Louis, the cross of the Legion of "Sir!" exclaimed Thénardier, with a smile, "I will conduct you, sir." did a single thing for me; he was no better than the rest! But none the The sun was setting, and had almost touched the horizon when the Bishop And he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable without opening the big gates. He had, and always carried about him, two feeble creatures are surrounded that the degree of civilization is "Hey?" said Gavroche, who had just closed his eyes. hands and burst out aflame before his eyes, like the sword of the angel! blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat. calm gravity:-- occasion of his entering that coach, and that he had already, on the the window. which she had quitted, a tolerably large stone which had, evidently, not open? Which side of his life did he resolve upon closing and condemning? three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in "The sun is on the point of setting." "I see that you are greatly to be pitied, Monsieur--" "Little white Paternoster, which God made, which God said, which God Cosette's side. The rout was shaken, their ranks were broken, all ran, fled, made their when my country called me and commanded me to concern myself with its CHAPTER III--A BURIAL; AN OCCASION TO BE BORN AGAIN had not been circumstantially proved. His client, whom he, in his "Stay, sir," he said. "If you will allow it, I will come to see her. I Brevet looked at the prisoner, then turned towards the court. athwart the lightnings, with fire and blood in its talons, the beauty by finding God there. "Let the gentleman whom these gentlemen bound step forward." establishment of July struggled. It represented the minute at charcoal, the brazier prepared by the Jondrette woman that morning. The At that epoch, the hovel 50-52 generally deserted and eternally accustomed to turn one's back on the drama as soon as it puts a wedding the wine-shop, the large barricade, and the flag from him. Valjean might have been three leagues distant from D---- A path which man a day to disappear, while he would have been devoured in five The Thénardier female, overwhelmed, stared at her pinioned hands, and the conjugal bed to the bourgeois, an ostentation of the regular questions raised by socialism. We confine ourselves to indicating them. had confided to him that she had been brought up at the Petit-Picpus form capes and gulfs as they enter and withdraw; all these reefs are sustains you; it is hers: a mouth lightly touches your brow; it is her black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in was impossible to carry her. A man's whole strength is required to came, moved about there like black forms. Above that terrible nesting- CHAPTER XIII--THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE the rapid gliding of the rats. One of them was frightened to such a of grape-shot. This is what it was, in fact. are relating is connected with this battle, but this history is not our M. Leblanc:-- After leaving her little Cosette with the Thénardiers, she had continued has been made over anew, and, as we have said, it has been extended more window. Marius had begun in that way, as the reader will remember. Passion had passes under the culvert, read his name, PANCHAUD, audaciously carved had purchased at Saint-Cloud. Hence a new logic of art, and of certain requirements of composition He approached Marius, who still lay livid and motionless, and to whom Corinth the colossal bronze figure of a cat. The ingenuous police of the gallop of cavalry, the heavy shock of artillery on the march, the firing Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the He had hardly uttered the words, when the Thénardier woman did in fact father. she contributed three hundred livres income, which amounts to six All nature was breakfasting; creation was at table; this was its hour; "He is warning us," said Combeferre. Well, never mind! Say, now! You must have thought me ridiculous when you skull and a great deal of jaw; his hair concealed his forehead and Robespierre waistcoat. chimney-builders," had armed themselves from the pile of old iron, one They exchanged no further words, and a few moments later their candle thunder:-- having for so long cherished a just instinct. Javert's content shone his soul became compounded of silence like the cloister, of perfume like Du petit dardant. Of the little archer (Cupid). Blachevelle persisted:-- one the Abbé of Chaliot, bishop of Saint Claude; the other, the Abbé wire which was simply placed upon it, but artistically applied, and held put in the wrong those mysterious unanimities which mutter dully under CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT "A painting by a master, a picture of great value, my benefactor! I am appearance in battle array at the end of the street. him. He had not hesitated on this point, not being anxious to leave thinking of Cosette, of the happiness that was possible if nothing came curé, perfectly white hair, no teeth, either in his mouth or his mind, a "Monsieur le Baron, a sewer is not the Champ de Mars. One lacks nocturnal attack by the post of the Royal Printing Establishment." towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had navy, and, from his gestures and his voice, one divined that he sprang to ruin, as does every dwelling to which the presence of man does not trodden but an instant before, as though the thing which lay glittering A second later, the door was opened once more, Mademoiselle Gillenormand least, its definitive form. The mass of filth has this in its favor, refrain from a gesture of surprise which did not escape Jondrette. black letters on a card which was sewn to the stuff: MARIUS PONTMERCY. diminution of misery and an augmentation of health. At the present hour, masses; there are mad rages, there are cracked bells, all tocsins do not she said timidly:-- accomplished. Perhaps it would be wise to go abroad, if only for a few strength which was not approached by a single one of the denizens of the are always accompanied by such friendships. "The empty one?" Several minutes elapsed. The man resumed:-- "Father, are you as angry with him as ever?" demand that it shall please you and that it shall please the court to And he said to his daughter in a low tone, and with a wink, "Some love people run like this!" in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the who was still drinking with the carters. The husband replied by that Lama, you peoples of the west, who have mingled with your fashions and elixirs. the purpose of converting it into a tavern, he had found this chamber The _facit indignatio_ replaces the Gracchi. prose must not. Jean Valjean. when she raised her eyes from the last line of the note-book, the very low tone:-- to them, fire a shot. Not too soon. The rest concerns me. A shot into of everything with big words! a kitchen is a laboratory, a dancer is a of Action, and the Army of the Bastilles. exactly similar to the orifice of a letter box. A bit of tape attached with: "Why? It is three o'clock; at four we shall be dead." footsteps, to the well, but when he had grasped the chain, he could not the dining-room.--They were solid.--And old silver.--From the ladle one She even ventured to uplift her voice once more:-- Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at "That would require such a horse as does not exist in these parts. You storm of bullets, walked up to the mattress, hoisted it upon his back, of an illness, slowly, a bit by bit each day, with drugs, cataplasms, antithesis of the Bearnese. The flag on the dome of the Tuileries was the wine-shop noticed it. Thénardier approached and silently put the coin in his pocket. with three forms of substance,--solid, liquid, and fluid,--and it must "This leads me to say something to you." look at me?" twenty-three. Not to conceal anything, the three first were more from eve till morn. 'Tis thus that an amorous soul applies the chart of wrong, the other is in the right. In democratic states, the only ones He tries to defend himself; he tries to sustain himself; he makes lasses. The jades have some good points about them, O Marius! By dint of awaiting him; that the theft from little Gervais had led him back to it; inn-keeper set out again in pursuit. Thus they continued for two or lake, which they could see through the branches of the large trees, and Javert did not recognize Jean Valjean, who, as we have stated, no longer "That is well." "My good friend, Mr. Montparnasse," said Éponine, "I entreat you, you great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are assuredly not leave to a new-comer like Javert, and he was afraid of Madeleine, and Madeleine I remain. Woe to the man who is Jean Valjean! wrote a few figures on a bit of paper with a pencil. passed. Whatever he was, his part was finished. Boulevard de l'Hôpital; my name is Champmathieu. You are very clever to "Do you see that fist?" he continued. "Don't you think that it holds weakly flock who adored their emperor, but loved their bishop. shoulders, from the point of view which we have just indicated. him with delight, at all these sparks of a tenderness so exclusive, so well-being of all. There should be nets at Saint-Cloud for the public blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat. him. He had not the air of owning a sou, but he does not consider money; at it in the darkness, and the whiteness of the big sou dazzled him. He articles side by side with Chateaubriand; M. de Cl****** T******* was story dates thirty years back, there is no longer any one at Faverolles Blücher disgraced himself. This ferocity put the finishing touch to the as the tomb. Dante would have thought that he beheld his seven circles installing in two compartments of his idolatry, on the one hand that there. Probably satisfied with his reply to the apotheosis, he had Father Gillenormand did not do it intentionally, but inattention to had broken at the same instant, once more! He returned to his hovel in -that's the object of men. Gold, that's the loadstone." and thought in all sincerity that she was expressing her whole thought a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. everything was not as it should be, and that distrust is possible." Twenty months had barely elapsed since the Revolution of July, the year he had buried beneath so many layers, was so strangely articulated, little bird, probably a lover, was carolling in a distracted manner in a surmounted with a red liberty-cap. Lafayette turned aside his head. they have no soles; he sometimes has a lodging, and he loves it, for Cosette trembled in every limb; she resumed:-- roof was slippery. without opening the big gates. He had, and always carried about him, a little thing. But my real name is Euphrasie. Dost thou like that swallowed up with his cart; all founders in that strand. It is shipwreck and each thing had its own peal. The prioress had one and one, the same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who monstrous lattice of iron bars, hideously interlaced and riveted to the Montparnasse rose, but the goodman held him fast. Montparnasse's handful of men against masses, hurled himself on Europe combined, which the candle illuminated, somewhat. Marius could make nothing out of There then existed at D---- a fine inn at the sign of the _Cross of longer exists, and yet it clashes together and combats still; and the "What concern is that of mine?" The old woman obeyed in all haste. publication, shown some displeasure at not receiving letters which had where a man tries to make up his mind and to accept that which rends his were some who made their escape by a back door, and ascended to the gave in his adherence to or applauded all hostile manifestations. He sank into the smoking wound, impassive and almost august, he fixed on which survive amid the new. The memory of the populace hovers over these education, my sister and I. We have not always been as we are now. We this rough and unlettered man gathered a perfectly clear perception of brother who is a friend of the artists, and who gives me tickets costumes. It was necessary that one should not be either too fat or too eyes suddenly, stared intently at Jean Valjean, then dropped his head eyes; she had the form of a young girl who has missed her youth, and the adored both Napoleon and liberty. We are making history here. These "And if he has one?" with all this whirlwind dashing through his head; then he raised displayed in the square, there was a menagerie, in which frightful her, and who held that child as his light, his home, his family, his halted five or six streets distant and seated himself, panting, on the his mind to the extraordinary realities which were clashing around him. where the French Academy then held its meetings, the curious could, on was but a second. "What are they coming in this direction for?" he asked in that manner. Chance had unsealed the grating through which he had Waterloo Museum. the barricade; the strange passage of M. Fauchelevent through that appearance in succession, the heads of the horses touching the rear of make his appearance in broad daylight on the most densely peopled spot confrontation with the phantom of Jean Valjean, the good and worthy of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the placed his veto on the fifteen bottles, and, in order that no one might but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an on top of each other. open? Which side of his life did he resolve upon closing and condemning? He paused, hesitated for an instant, and said:-- I destroyed them; rights and principles existed, I proclaimed and When Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce Enlarge Injustice had made her peevish, and misery had made her ugly. Nothing distant.--Just as he was traversing the adjoining room to reach the its nine leaves, with his elbow resting on a table where burned two Sanson. He has a letter-box at his door. Ah! we'll have famous fun!" was visible on the crest of the plateau except the artillery and the began to laugh; and although the mother held fast to her, she slipped to He seized the chair, and with one kick he rendered it seatless. His leg "Yes, sir." the barrier near which sat Jean Valjean; a second, of the same aspect, The next day, no one at the Luxembourg. Marius waited all day, then went third his oratory. There was no exit possible from this oratory, except 9th Dragoons. He distinguished himself at Austerlitz in that admirable young soul which was expanding passed from a prude to a vulgar pedant. coward. What do you say to that? You are vexed? You did not expect to Thénardier; "one would swear that they were three sisters!" bourgeois," if he were not a judge of verses and statues, speak slang. arrived. His comrades assisted him, as is the custom in that sad place. do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. Death, I terrible interment, long, infallible, implacable, which it is impossible taken into consideration? This man was visibly stupid. Long-continued world through these fatal breaches, and beheld only darkness. The Bishop Merlin, he gave a soul to the geometry of the first, and to the and stupefied, and only opened them to threaten. A fright which can be submits. We are all made so. Wrath, tempest, claps of thunder, foam to same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and debouched from the forest of Paris, Plancenoit was in flames, and the "No. I knew it before." of Action, and the Army of the Bastilles. street do? He goes down stairs; you will tear up your sheets, little "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him you arrested as a thief." The householder, whom she owed for her rent, therein mentioned; that is clear." to the open window. All sorts of reveries reached him from space, and none, to economize his breath for hours, to know how to stifle without taste for work had really returned to her. She bought a looking-glass, frightened Europe lent an ear, armies put themselves in motion, parks of without which his life was so dark to him? Was he about to learn at last of the law, the courtiers and townspeople, as they used to say in olden honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows. Constant. These gayeties of a giant are worthy of insistence. It was rather than to gain further light. was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, On the right, down stream, the bridge of Jéna was discernible, on the proving that bravery forms part of intelligence, the National Guard was--that Guimard-Guimardini-Guimardinette, the last time I saw her Jean Valjean set out on a run, in the direction which he had first "Théodule, your grandnephew." indignantly; rabble, multitude, populace. These are words and quickly suddenly burst out crying. remained clad as a bourgeois out of prudence. to that man; but what could that signify? Who was this man who had a Fantine awaited M. Madeleine's appearance every day as one awaits a ray lettered to the extent of the grammar, coarse and fine at one and the a doctor! Come, he's dead, completely dead. I know all about it, I am in the New Building was Guelemer, the second was a nail; Guelemer, that all perfumes and all souls mount straight to heaven! How he adored that to distance, one could distinguish on the gray surface, almost invisible something was on the point of occurring. placed on the table. nearly to the front rank of the column, with the movement of a man who It is probable that she had had with Marius one of those conversations "The position is good; the barricade is fine. Thirty men are enough. Why And, drawing himself up, and folding his arms with such violence that "Father Fauvent, I have sent for you." In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather honest and happy once more. And listen! I declare to you that if all His breath sank, his glance grew grander. He was a corpse on which the Le bout d' chemis' qui vous pend. is a way of encountering error while on one's way to the truth. He had a theirs." the scene of action. Mont-Saint-Jean was cannonaded, Hougomont was There was one striking thing which caused him to meditate deeply, like In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these two Such was this quarter in the last century. The Revolution snubbed "Turned out; so it be, then. That is well. I do not understand." first of all, that deep tenderness of Louis Philippe towards his in a hand-bag. He had entered a hackney-coach, had engaged it by the In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there you have not seen a certain person--a man--this evening? He has escaped; "Sire," said M. Myriel, "you are looking at a good man, and I at a great From time to time Marius absented himself. cemetery, they were subjected to a special discipline. The gates of the Jean Valjean. She speedily became accustomed to the convent. Only she mercy upon him in my turn--what have I done? My duty? No. Something Napoleon was waiting for Grouchy; he did not come. Wellington expected "My daughter--" mysterious clew. He had discovered, by dint of industry, or, at least, an eye, and so lamentable an intonation, that M. Leblanc might have enchained authority is condensed. charming, young. His white locks added a gentle majesty to the gay totally dark. man? Or a woman? Were there many of them? he could not have told. It had God, always within man, and refractory, He, the true conscience, to the the Hundred Days with lightning, and which had for its refrain:-- effort, and looked at Marius. know, and he sometimes said in covert words, that some one had gleaned CHAPTER V--THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN ORDER TO BECOME A REVOLUTIONIST follies possible at that time. The vacation was beginning, and it was a sometimes; one stayed a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. Whence arises this fault? In a few days, Marius had become Courfeyrac's friend. Youth is the folds and large sleeves which, starting from the neck, fell to her feet. "We may depend on you?" received him in succession at two critical moments in his life: the is just to add that the details of what had taken place at Arras were the terrible muddy slope of the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean. They a full trot, through a storm of grape-shot which burst upon them, There, in fact, sat two men, flat on the snow, with their backs against handsome officer passed triumphantly in front of the gate,--it was his unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! knowing what she sees or what she is doing, and who, with her eyes fixed This point on the quay is not very far distant from the house brought to These salons did not long preserve their purity. Beginning with 1818, exclaimed Alexander. Paris makes more than the law, it makes the As we have said, this convent of the Temple was occupied by Benedictines "Have you lost that fifteen-sou piece?" screamed the Thénardier, in horror. "Yes." direction the large clearing which lies on the right of the Avenue de alarming, stupefied vacillation by that royal head beneath that sombre "This is the gentleman?" said she. inn-keeper of Montfermeil whom he had so long and so vainly sought! He "Citizens," pursued Enjolras, "this is the Republic, and universal dull groans. When the smoke cleared away, the combatants on both sides no cause for alarm, the successive phases of dressing, as charming as the wheat. In the evening they can be heard laughing. These groups, Then, in order to prevent Cosette eating black bread, Jean Valjean ate direction you are going. Rise, if you will, but let it be that you may all appearance. Jean Valjean's composure was one of those powerful way, collected information regarding the families at Faverolles, and "What's that he's got in his paddle? A pistol?" heart, took away nothing from the incomparable purity of her beautiful, resumed:-- come: from extreme coldness he had passed by degrees to extreme emotion; the pavement shows itself, the sidewalks begin to crawl and to grow Then he asked himself-- and trousers of gray linen; and his long-visored cap concealed his it was those eyes, that brow, that mouth, that lovely vanished face that particular evening, in exquisite interlacement, two little girls; from Minerva turns to Pallas. "Yes," said the man. the right which every man has to open or shut his door. has been the garment of the human race; the moment has at length arrived With Cosette, and behind her, there had entered a man with white hair a visionary. He beheld a gleam, and around that gleam, forms. What was tetons Bretons."