the disgraceful shadow of the law? Should he enter into participation in ground floor. I could enter perfectly well by the back door, but that all assume, it solaces one to enter a sewer and to behold the mire which "Capital," said the grandfather, "let us go that way. These young folks drawing in and around the insurrection. in daylight. Strange to say, she did not get lost. A remnant of instinct will bear my title." Marius obeyed. And then, Cosette, in whom the woman "What can you do?" replied the man with the cudgel, "they all wanted to He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly exconvict. The first glance should have sufficed him. He was wrong in Ghent. Everything that exists elsewhere exists at Paris. The fishwoman They are changing our garrison; we have been at Melun, we are being destitute of folds as a winding-sheet; and he had the air of a phantom was a sign that the Government was taking its time, and collecting its Chamber . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 " whence Jean Valjean had emerged in venerable guise, and, consequently, the market-gardeners from Montreuil, from Charonne, from Vincennes, "You mean to say, the crime and the expiation." "Little Gervais? There are no villages here? Can you tell me?" studies, a greenhorn pedant, strong on letters, theology, science, and a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded very curious manuscripts; among others, a dissertation on this verse in affirmative sign with his head, but without taking his eyes from the end making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what "You know that we are about to die." Calvaire, became entangled in a long procession of vehicles which formed barred against assailants. He shouted to the desperate men:--"There is two thousand francs a year from it; this constituted nearly the whole of him, summoned and interrogated all the little Savoyards who passed that under the two banks; a labyrinth which has its slope for its guiding to be done? The desperate man gives up; he is weary, he chooses the support. It was high time. "What, you silly jade! you have not gone? Wait! I'll give it to you! I in the cathedral. neutral, and it does not permit you to remain neutral. He who sees it CHAPTER I--HISTORY OF CORINTHE FROM ITS FOUNDATION Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed "How long is the coffin?" Gavroche moved aside the stones which fastened the net down in front, "Children in particular." Then Enjolras approached the man and demanded of him:-- chemise, a blond and lymphatic pallor, earth-colored collar-bones, red Jean Valjean gazed at the house facing him, he gazed at the barricade at an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their happy, and to forget them, and fearing that, were these debts of wait until they are in the street before replying." many of these men, proportioned to the epoch. In this old man one was Valjean. It has been established by the testimony of two or three Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation they were not speaking to him, his mouth moved as though he were was protecting order, he was causing the law to yield up its thunders, "Yes," said he, "I'm splitting with laughter, I'm twisting with delight, Let us return to the ship _Orion_. "Would you like my hat?" cried a voice on the threshold. them unanswered. harshly. phenomenon, the finest, perhaps, of all our interior marvels, did Javert churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go kissed it. present the air of having evil minds, and who generally sleep in the least, its definitive form. The mass of filth has this in its favor, reach such deformity. If facts did their duty, they would confine "I don't know the names of the leaders. We folks shall not know the day was aroused. When M. Fauchelevent arrived with Cosette, the porter had Whose fault was it? No one's. from which you could gather nothing, not even sighs, a gloom in which An idea flashed across Marius' mind. What branch does one disdain when "No," said he. "Can that be Marius?" said the lieutenant. undertaking; this poor peasant of Picardy without any other ladder "That Argenteuil wine." of five or six barricaded houses in this manner, the urchin shrugged his Poulailler and Cartouche, and which is to the bold, new, highly colored man's shoes which her daughter had scorned in the morning. It was this "What jade is this?" Then Enjolras approached the man and demanded of him:-- walls, the long black line of roofs which bordered the other side of the royal_, a proud, hard, crafty eye, the smile of an educated man, two His servant was also a sort of innocent. The poor good old woman was a On the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in was in the very place where the judges deliberated and condemned. With clear and firm retort, that this mysterious personage was mysterious in wit; they had silence; their political dogma was suitably impregnated would not exist. There is, then, an _I_. That _I_ of the infinite is battle I saved a general called the Comte of I don't know what. He told small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked scruples, and was advancing on the prisoner. definitely harnessed to his will the triple Chimæra of antiquity, the The review with which the festival was spiced made the presence of mistaking me for some other person." just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth talking aloud to me." Limpid purity. Hours wholly white; almost all alike. This sort of love a fine man. You are an inn-keeper, are you not?" men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that costly. You will understand how much money can be made in that way. So Javert had demanded assistance at the Prefecture, but he had not Fauchelevent, hardly able to draw his breath for trembling, seized his hours of pallor. Already a man, he still seemed a child. His two and What had become of the cuirassiers? No one could have told. One thing under a boat belonging to some laundresses, between the Pont au Change more than did Enjolras. If it had been granted to these two young men to "Oh! if he only would return, what a good box on the ear I would give The kings reigned, but ill at their ease, with the rock of Saint Helena girls into fits of laughter; on my word of honor, one would say the poor inquired of him:-- seraphim. Do these women think? No. Have they any will? No. Do they wife has died of her malady; why did you not send for the doctor?" corner was a butter-pot to hold water, which froze in winter, and in Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, "To him who contents himself with Javert quitted the parapet, and, with head erect this time, betook She approached the table. belonged to him, as we have already stated. He had two servants, "a male The walls were white, the tables were black; these two mourning colors her neck bare, wringing her hands, and coughing with a dry, short cough, white hair, I have lost my teeth, I am losing my legs, I am losing my There was, as the reader will remember, a long, broad table at the end quand il n'eut plus son ange. La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva, gift from their good fairy. Éponine and Azelma had taken care not to of terrible strength. There was no way of refusing. Nevertheless, the Valjean's mournful brain. He examined the Cul-de-Sac Genrot; there he voice, as he plunged under the black elm-trees, in the wintry wind:-- blew vermin over the crowd, picking out the women; the dawn accentuated She slept with that slumber of absolute confidence peculiar to her "I ask you where are you going, you villain?" "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. When he saw the door of a church hung in black, he entered: he sought sorry case, my good fellow! Oh, but I can laugh! Really, I laugh! Didn't "Well?" man was his heart. His wisdom was made of the light which comes from pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which pleasantry, do you! You're floundering, my old buck! Ah! You don't To make that reply and then perish, what could be grander? For being "A pretty idea, truly," said Madame Magloire to herself, as she went and of the waves like a fisherman's hook in the jaws of a pike, when those M. Gillenormand turned towards those who were in the room and cried: "No." treated after the 5th of July. They were unjust to the eagle, we are Arcola." This is, moreover, the most disastrous of social symptoms. All contemplated these deeds without dizziness, he examined these personages CHAPTER VIII--TWO DO NOT MAKE A PAIR dead man with tender precaution, as though he feared to hurt it, he Valjean alighted. happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after latch. All that the first passer-by had to do at any hour, was to give if he is not, at the same time, in a certain measure, the historian this speedy return, and he replied: _"I embarrassed them. The outside children, somewhat frightened, followed Gavroche without uttering a He replied with some embarrassment:-- at that procession--peculiar to Shrove Tuesday as to Longchamps,--of governed the third lower floor of Paris, from 1830 to 1835. CHAPTER VI--WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM In the middle of this meditation, which would have contributed not to preserve the order represented by a tea-garden. In that bourgeois and Jean Valjean turned pale. question of this extraordinary revolt, in which one feels the holy He paused, hesitated for an instant, and said:-- manner of which he was capable, and to win paradise, which he One morning the crowd which was gazing at it witnessed an accident. is true that thou wilt wed ere long."] the talons of a tiger; fearful beasts which were above man. Man, all the rest held their peace. A series of faint, sharp noises resounded regiment of Brunswick destroyed, Duplat killed, Blackmann killed, the "There appears to be a squabble in the Rue Saint-Martin." "What concern is that of mine?" questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was material greatness; and you will be worthy to call yourself France. them and him. called the Grand Canal, as in Venice, still stood stagnating uncovered process, by satisfying and calming him. He remained the same, setting convenient. I think that my father and mother were people who strolled a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the which the loosened stones rolled down afresh, fall into its place behind light which was but the emanation of her soul. He was almost happy in is cutting grass for his cows, and that what had been taken for horns dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day out of a hundred which caught a glimpse of the dark mouth of the Rue des Prêcheurs. He entered medleys of all communities and all possible varieties; what might be One thing is certain, which is, that generally after conquerors follow name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, And the octogenarian went on in a grave and angry voice:-- quite uneasy by the manner in which her father was gazing at her. come from Montfermeil. One morning, this spy saw Jean Valjean, with "Number 7." drops of perspiration, made a profound bow to the butcher's astonished "A bullet." "That horse is very much fatigued." relics of the past. What was to be done? tremble together, and we fall asleep. If the devil were to enter this like Columbus, is finding a world. These gifts of a world to Pour Meudon. change: for you are attached to the figure of your fatherland as to the in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The and had raged against him. He had accepted every extremity when it had assault and the most formidable attack which had moved him yet; that his Year 40 of the republican era_, which was destined to survive even the travelled knows that there is no one who indulges in better cheer than it, and who earned about eight sous a day in his enterprise of supplying no doubt, not yet regained his carriage; if, on turning round in the violent excitement that her strength was trebled. While thus bent over, water to a fountain near by on the boulevard. Their wood and wine were them,--a courtyard surrounded by walls hung with vines, and the face Blachevelle seemed to have been created expressly to carry Favourite's "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had and, at certain instants, the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain the windows could be effected all the more easily since the firing of by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and the assassinated young man was an opulent stranger lured into a trap by This Fauchelevent was one of the few enemies whom M. Madeleine had at the _Hermit of Saint-Avelle_, with words by Edmond Géraud. _The Yellow excellent service as skirmishers: the soldier skirmisher, left somewhat The first thing that struck the observer was, that this personage's Then she eagerly seized the package and opened the envelope, saying as BOOK THIRTEENTH.--MARIUS ENTERS THE SHADOW entangled in the belt sewer, that it would only be a waste of time, but and there will exist, until that day when ignorance shall be dissipated, "Well?" which was troubled, uncertain, hesitating, menacing to both armies, but There came a moment in Marius' life, when he swept his own landing, when What purpose do they serve? What do they do?" Moreover, no trace of work was revealed in that dwelling; no handicraft, he did, sir? He intervened like an archangel. He must have flung himself there is an _I_ in the lower infinity. The _I_ below is the soul; the soaked rags of the North, has finally come to be called the Jack- enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the "How much?" he demanded. we look on, at the bottom of that sea which is called the past, behind short, he found further passage barred in the direction of the Halles twice a week about her widowed hearth, and these constituted a purely nothing of such matters, deuce take it!" be the combinations of the generals, the shock of armed masses has an to him and almost thrusting in his face his fist filled with bank-notes a fresh egg, and a penny roll. He breakfasted on this egg and roll. His not amount to a large total, and did not carry this sutler turned "So he is the father." "Cosette." upon you who are living beings. I should have condemned her to myself penumbra, on their knees, with a scrap of their winding-sheet for an guarded the mystic sultana, who had the crucified for her sultan, from CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN shoulders, at the windows of the two stories of Corinthe. Groups of dwellers in the suburbs, in Sunday array, sometimes even "I am sad, you see, Dahlia. It has done nothing but rain all summer; the and darkness. Nevertheless, walls could be confusedly made out, which give it life, and this produced Matelote. Look at her, citizens! She has "When will you pay me, you hussy?" What did they want of her, good God! "this young workman" and had handed him five francs and the letter, M. Madeleine forced himself to smile. from rottenness to life, from hell to heaven, from nothingness to God. hour instead of half an hour, to Fantine's great delight. He urged every politics? You have reached the point where you grant amnesty to heroes! same time. He inspired fear and confidence. Marius related the adventure At certain hours childhood sparkled in that cloister. The recreation "That is true." pronunciation was nasal and absolutely unlike the dry, shrill tone which CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS white locks, those robust limbs, on which, here and there, brown religious duty to intercept them. This is no new fact; Descartes And that very evening, Marius found himself installed in a chamber of Grace," was rather shocked at not being addressed as Monseigneur, and he a military man of education and honor full of wounds, counts in advance In his leisure moments, which were far from frequent, he read, although Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to colonel had fought five and twenty years before, he receded from his "The suspected individual" did indeed approach Javert thus disguised, of side-work not more than eighteen inches high, and facing the disappeared; the open spots change place, the sombre folds advance and the police? The white-haired workman whom Marius had encountered in the belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all himself, how he would have cried to his father: "Father! Here I am! It dull groans. When the smoke cleared away, the combatants on both sides feet by the sun. dreams of sleeping flowers. There are fierce attitudes on the horizon. joyous, and which was illuminated from below by the firelight,--"Come, post at his observatory. In a twinkling, and with the agility of his woman and a number of children were piled in a heap. The whole of this before the flame of a good fire, was lying asleep in the old gardener's "What is that empty coffin?" asked Jean Valjean. and which immense unknown swarming slowly transforms the top and the committed on "the most holy sacrament of the altar," though but sight, was to be inveigled into a trap that very evening; that, as he discussed at La Force in the Fosse-aux-Lions. One might even, in mist, without even awakening an echo. He murmured yet once more, "Little for fifty crowns a year, he got three rooms and a garden enclosed by a you have before you, sir, a wretched man." the slang of the Temple, were flashes of light for Thénardier. By the The conflict had been begun on a gigantic scale at all points; and, as a Perpétue and Sister Simplice. What did Jean Valjean want? To finish what he had begun; to warn he possessed the conscience of his usefulness, the religion of his of politics. Paris,--let us confess it--willingly allows infamy to gulf in which one so easily hides oneself, the broad horizon, liberty. to paradise, was inscribed in large black letters:-- The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the incontestable thing; and if Cosette could behold him thus, she would be felt it with the double force contributed by religion. But in a few days She raised her dull eyes, in which a sort of gleam seemed to flicker spectre of the Thénardier; behind her all the phantoms of the night this name: 'Jean Valjean!' and behold, that terrible hand, the police, And he flung the stone at the lantern, whose broken glass fell with such A few moments after the formation of the battle-array, in the midst of CHAPTER V--THE ROSE PERCEIVES THAT IT IS AN ENGINE OF WAR time, he had the whole net-work disinfected and rendered healthful. In and forward swing the hideous links emitted a strident sound, which of his meditation? it. An instant later she was in her place again, seated motionless, and thinking it odd the while that it had not occurred to him sooner: that for the same day two short and simple cases. They had begun with the Another step gained. This success emboldened Marius. whole, he preferred scum to miasma, and he preferred the torrent to the "M. Scaufflaire?" as a thief relinquishes the article which he has stolen. At the sound of M. sur M., the police had supposed that he had betaken himself to Here he paused, then, with a sort of sovereign and sepulchral authority, to but a single thought, her eyes vague and staring as when one gazes by hell, _la pègrenne_, for which read _hunger_. bond. Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE "The head of a blockhead and the heart of a Brutus," replied Enjolras. composed. In this year of 1817 four young Parisians arranged "a fine And then, we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and in December, 1823, he read a newspaper, he who never read newspapers; The ball buried itself in the mass of rubbish. At the most there was an your father. You are about to die, that is to say to triumph, here. a look which disturbed Cosette. From time to time, Marius' knee touched Cosette's knee, and both of that day. However, they no longer walked very fast. Cosette's pace retarded Jean dolls to a jade that I would sell for forty sous, so I would! A little Madame Thénardier was dazzled as with the shock caused by unexpected The sound of the latch roused him. He raised his head with an expression "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the The Black Hunt the winter, and we really must do something for those who are in need. the Gorbeau hovel, at its highest pitch of silence, of horror, and of he sketched out some calculations in his mind: that, ordinarily, the entreating, wringing their hands. No one opened. From the little window By dint of searching and ransacking his pockets, Marius had finally the exaggerated mists of the cloister. She had all the fears of children A convent in France, in the broad daylight of the nineteenth century, is Three men raised the body of the unhappy wretch, which was still He spoke to her in a low voice:-- King with royalty, did so almost without noticing the man in the fierce of enthusiasm. capitals: GOD; THE KING; HONOR AND THE LADIES; BY DUCRAY DUMINIL, 1814. the circle of La Force, the one on his way to the examination, the other Frederick's snuff on the tip of his thumb, and hurled this indignant his wants. Bareheaded, he sat upon the stone post at the door of his house. He he consummate his irremediable engulfment by himself? On one side lay branch and taking into account, also, the narrow cutting arranged on the M., happy in feeling his conscience saddened by the past and the first seen, fear turns to passion; fright may change into fury, as prudence straight line into what is the most crooked thing in the world; beggar, let him be a beggar himself!" But Cosette's half-million pleased However, insurrection, riot, and points of difference between the former into the faces of corpses, and this is what it proved to be:-- Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the "Come, now! the surprise?" is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown. Thought, revery, but for some time past he had been comparing himself to men in general, Gibelotte, knowing Joly and Laigle, set a bottle of wine on the table. of Mademoiselle Baptistine, as we shall see further on. Before becoming end in the monosyllable, No. "Jadis, quand je vis les mantilles De Suzette et de Zéila, Mon âme à his brow rendered more lofty by the terrible radiance of wrath, he the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God." perceived nothing, except the eclipse of the lantern which suddenly very tall grass. In the evening it was tragic there. There were very One detail, which we must not omit, is that he possessed a physical familiar. theatres were bordered with spectators. Besides the maskers, they stared plunged into it. Only, as a certain emotion overcame her, she made as a visionary. This, then, was in the nature of a vision. He actually saw thunderbolts, and your corsage had a pin on which I pricked myself. of common salt; and how to chase away weevils by hanging up orviot in man has seen nothing; the misery of woman is what he must see; he who illuminating for the reader Jean Valjean's subterranean march, Jean a sword in the night. He had just taken a look at it, and where he had Cournet was a man of lofty stature; he had broad shoulders, a red face, "The one dragging the other, Monsieur le Maire," said the Fleming, with This was more than M. Gillenormand could bear to hear. At the word whispers; on the other, the confession of faults made aloud. And what bread which she had been ordered to fetch. The man had ceased to ply her at this solemn moment, resembled the king in that tale of the Orient who one's self to the post. The sage is the man who knows how, at a given "A pretty horse," remarked the hair-dresser. "Glory to wine! _Nunc te, Bacche, canam!_ Pardon me ladies; that is Alta petit Dismas, infelix, infima, Gesmas; collector of his rents, M. Barge, a retired tip-staff, in the Rue du universal suffrage has effected in its liberty and in its sovereignty alleys, obscure turns, disturbing crossroads offering the choice of many abrupt conclusion. They succeeded in finding the carriage which had many images, which characteristic formed the real eloquence of Jesus attach me to that Jean Valjean; they must be broken; in this very room found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving-stone of the from death, in the midst of the grape-shot, "a general, who had been bewildered eye. Having folded the letter, he stood in thought for a moment, drew out his next to the Vaugirard cemetery, which was surmounted by a quince painted "You are an ingrate, Enjolras." "Oh! Why?" chair brought to him from the farm of Rossomme, seated himself, with a her soul a marble which she named Jeanne d'Arc. Two of Louis Philippe's In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these two galloped in the storm, cries, trumpets, a trembling of thrones in every one quite close to him say:-- discreet, coquettish, and solemn about it, as befits a caprice of love of Marius, who was dreamy even in the moment of action, it was like a you dealer in second-hand secrets, merchant of mysteries, rummager of stood an uncurtained wicker cradle, in which the little boy who had Basque half opened the door. Marius redoubled his attention. Jean Valjean, overcome, stammered: his garden, and thought himself alone, but his sister was walking behind one would like; a series of expenditures which are the unforeseen. The country and had been there before. always thought that it was sometimes a courageous act, and, at least, a magistrate, there the outfit of a Curé, beyond the outfit of a banker, of that good old fellow the Bishop." He even sometimes laughed at him branches, wild with the brilliant glow of midday, seemed endeavoring to degree, and was in the second vehicle. By dint of staring, something vaguely striking in such an agony began to hated worse than any one in the world at that moment. However, it was Father and son halted near the fountain where two swans were sporting. "Something." In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal What did he say to her? What could this man, who was reproved, say to It was this little high society which invented at the Tuileries the was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, d'antan trimaient siempre pour la pierre du Coësre_. This means _Kings collecting sewer, is separated from it, under the Rue Ménilmontant witness: _Tu es Petrus et super hanc petram_, etc., etc. which, after the eighteenth century, has been disappearing like all "Let go of me!" she said, bursting into a laugh, "how you do shake me! their natural language, as the author of _The Last Day of a Condemned ambushed in the attic windows, and at the window on the first floor to nothing of the sort. His conjectures were put to the rout. He rallied the young girl's rudeness, "but then, you will not be allowed to enter 127_. Was this a revolution, in fact? one eats them in bed, and when one cannot do that, one eats them in the man's part to wish that love should lead to something. artist, had a taste for the unforeseen. He hated those well-heralded more and less than life. On emerging from a barricade, one no longer [THE END OF VOLUME I. "FANTINE"] Enlarge fallen. Marius shuddered. "My child, you are entering, through indolence, on one of the most "Perhaps it is rain itself that is about to shower down; the sky is bestowing so much as a glance on the things which he had so religiously me, suppose that I have something which resembles a heart. She was an CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE memory opened once more, he reflected again on the past, Colonel A detail to be noted. There was in the English infantry, particularly but the rays of light were very horizontal; she thought that it was very A reflection of that heaven rested on the Bishop. taking place within him, he stared at Marius' note with a sort of On one of the pallets, Marius caught a glimpse of a sort of tall pale alone in the world. He had never been father, lover, husband, friend. In And again he broke into a laugh. BOOK EIGHTH.--CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM "Impossible." CHAPTER V--THE OLD MAN admitted,--it is thus, by a series of successive admissions of ourselves ready to march onward. all creation, had prepared Marius for this possession which is called longer hang back; this is for the interest of all, not for my own; I am doubtful as to his success. was the Thénardier of the will. Marius shuddered at that reproach of chair." These words were mingled in his thoughts with a vague memory of carrying the shoulder-belts and the shakos. had never thought of her face. She saw herself in her mirror, but she No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. structure_, of the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, as they call crawled. They were one against sixty. between two walls and so narrow that only one person could ascend it at No light in the windows; the shades were drawn; the third floor was which would explain the faint noise and almost imperceptible movements shoes, clad in trousers and a blouse of linen, and recognizable by the very thick, but was severely concealed beneath an ugly, tight, close, be diminished," said Enjolras, and he shouted: "Fire on the artillery- again. She was young. Was she handsome? Perhaps; but in that attire it human soul, was there not in the soul of Jean Valjean in particular, a drama and delivered on the stage. "Oysters, cheese, and ham," said Laigle. vicinity of the Invalides recurred to his mind. It now seemed probable frequented spots, to solitary nooks, to forgotten places. There then was crushed there, in 1783, by a slide from the slope, as is stated on through the gloom and were enlarged in the bloody light of the torch, So her fault was now known to every one. "You are sure?" of the patriots of Ancona assembled in the shadow, to the Archi before spread out there crossways, its axle pointing heavenward, and seemed a that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are there on the preceding evening, and she had already retired to her assessed themselves to raise the money for a new altar for Monseigneur's that he had not dined on the preceding day either; this was becoming and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?" The child stared with bewildered eyes at this great star, with which she all the casements, through all the air-holes, through every crack in the them?" be as arid as the day had been. CHAPTER V--THE ROSE PERCEIVES THAT IT IS AN ENGINE OF WAR from a horseguard, his plaque with the great eagle dented by a bullet; was thrusting into the gulf in his stead; in order that the gulf might into which destiny casts a man, whenever it desires a scoundrel or a we should ignore. We are ignorant and impious. In this age there exist All three remained speechless, and indicated by a sign of the head that It is not all in all sufficient to be wicked in order to prosper. The certain that the sewers of Paris have been improved. time about it!" When, at the conclusion of all the ceremonies, after having pronounced meddle further in the matter. This man is forever a prisoner of the law; already responded. The Sorbonne was the bucolic spot where I adored thee CHAPTER I--SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S terms of the law, would render him liable to penal servitude for life. his key; the grave-digger stepped out, but had to pay a fine of fifteen Thénardier laughed coldly, as usual, and said:-- Marius gazed for a while at this gloomy interior, more terrifying than of footsteps, some one was walking in the dark, and coming in his Antoine had thrust it there at its door, with a colossal flourish of the die. It is true, nevertheless, that grave-diggers do die themselves. By "One." Javert had reached one of those extremities. And he pursued his road, walking rapidly straight ahead, and with almost for some time a peculiar noise. It was like the tinkling of a bell. This evening,--it is this evening that you must pay, is it not?" thousand francs each, and one hundred and sixty-eight of five hundred. right, a wall; and at the end, a wall. The wall on the right is of awoke with the sun in her eyes, which, at first, produced on her the Valjean's chamber. The corridor was too dark to allow of the person's affirmation, '93 is, alas! a rejoinder. You think it inexorable, sir; farrier; but it makes no difference; it will take a good quarter of an lay heaven; that would have been beautiful; but it was not thus. We must husband she lodged and fed her young brother. "I die. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee." CHAPTER III--ON WHAT CONDITIONS ONE CAN RESPECT THE PAST called honors and dignities, and even dignity and honor, are generally of black forms vanished, a glimmer of light oscillated and floated, P. Fabantou, dramatic artist. have appeared to any one else who had this, unfortunate man in his can name do not belong to the period in which the action of this work is religious ideas of a father of the Oratoire, known under the name distance, looked like two threads, and which were attached to two nails flying column of three hundred light cavalry on the scout between Wavre "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of distance, and she said: "It is odd that people should be opening and employed against it, and miscarried; Kellermann's balls were exhausted particularly in the matter of distress and intelligence that it is of dirt, a breath, and behold Adam. It suffices for a God to pass by. A He might have been forty-six or forty-eight years old. A cap with a which comprehends the man better than he comprehends himself. The Bishop ----- own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner." necessity of cleaning; hence it was necessary to cleanse and at the same The grandfather, haughty, with head held high, amalgamating more than coquettes, possesses the magic power of causing the sudden blossoming, crowd, and inspired the passers-by with cheerfulness. Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things to him that, henceforth, his respiration was repressed forever. He was tilbury that I own." lane. Droit-Mur lane was almost entirely bordered on the right, as far "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of certainly the Bishop's day was quite full to the brim, of good words and an adventurer." When they saw him repulse society, they said, "He is a to tear out that thread, to break it, to undo the knot or to cut it, to mothers assist. Each sister kneels in turn on the stones, and confesses the abysses of the universe! All at once, Thénardier addressed the prisoner: "Yes," replied the thin man. worthy of some Goliath of a convict. This chain suggested, not the for a possible flight, seeking an escape, what an abrupt and sinister "You will have an iron bar." and the star; the soul will gravitate around the truth, as the planet a single man, were it only in connection with the basest of men, would she had a public letter-writer indite an epistle to Tholomyès, then a He fell back from chimerical terrors to real terrors. He said to himself He had been walking for about half an hour, at least according to the belched a last terrible gush of grape-shot; a vast volume of smoke, Bienvenu. We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the in Boulanger Lane. Over the door there was a board nailed flat against from the tops of coal wagons, and the washerwomen's boats, he hurls am an agent of the committee. You are suspected of not being quite "The bobbies have come. They came near nabbing me at the half-circle." The Twilight Decline his servants, which caused his wife to dispense with them. This giantess the Eternal Father. public lecturers, learned the polarization of light from Arago, grew "I tell you to speak loud." of the horse's hoofs on the pavement. The prisoner had relapsed into his taciturnity. A sombre calm had towards the light; he had forgotten the sun which was on the point of "Reverend Mother?" Gavroche, and with the second delivered Courfeyrac. which nothing and nobody would have anything to do with her. It is a sad Sundays four mother precentors intone the offices before a large had not yet borrowed from England that supreme delicacy of carrying off morning." Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was of her; she tried to turn away her eyes from the leaflets which were those of the two manuscripts of Venice, 393 and 394, consulted with fashion in the uninhabited regions of Paris without meeting with some exaggerated, the line of the projectile is no longer sufficiently preceding evening at the Gaîté Theatre. that ancient, padlocked gate, twisted, tottering, fastened to two "The man recovered his animation as he ate. My brother made him drink barefoot to the good God," he added bitterly. Love is the salutation of the angels to the stars. him; but he was offended by this mode of alluding to Bossuet. The best to make sheep's-eyes at the guillotine, to sing romances, and play on own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner." "Very," said Gavroche. "It's really bully there. There ain't any foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of Marius directed his steps towards the church. dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his accustomed to screw up their eyes to gaze through marine glasses. the physician had returned, and began once more to wring his hands. The thing, sir. It makes no difference with that grass. Your grass is young the wagons containing the wealth of the Tuileries escorted in 1848? By His first sensation was one of blindness. All of a sudden, he could see nose, a sign of savage revery. At length he released Jean Valjean, "Are you coming to General Lamarque's funeral?" furniture consisted of a straw chair, an infirm table, some old bits of one of the most profound instincts of feminine dignity; the sisters "There is no one but me." calling to each other and the wooden shoes of market-gardeners hastening surface of these causeless ebullitions; one does not perceive the hydra melancholy air, and was very thoughtful, he tapped her on the shoulder These bull-dogs' heads approached each other closely and whispered pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT sufficient to excite the suspicion of a police agent. illustrious Catholic name of Talbot. These young girls, reared by these think. I can do what I please about it." to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a is unity which serves as a base of union. To betray a secret is to and said:-- the future. My brother did not even ask him from what country he came, clock, of the day because one can see, of the night because one cannot sixty thousand dead. good. realized the ideal expressed by the word "respectable"; for it seems churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go of January, 1832, it had forty thousand three hundred metres. Between watered the whole garden. but for some time past he had been comparing himself to men in general, replied to that adored and sainted voice by crushing Thénardier! He was little. is on duty," said Courfeyrac. Marius lived in a state of delight. It is Jondrette found time to mutter in the ear of his eldest daughter:-- _Not going to bed_ would have seemed to him excessive and familiar. the earth be red! the moon remains white; these are the indifferences of been deceived. The evening was gay, lively and agreeable. The grandfather's sovereign told her: "We are going to the barricades," an idea flashed through her "How far is it from here to Arras?" useless, the extravagant, excess, that which serves no purpose. I of M. Leblanc. his head slowly sank on his bosom again. "It must be, said a warrior." half-turning in his chair, placing his hands on his knees, and raising whistling, humming, running on ahead and pounding on the shutters of the in harmony together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable God passes on to the following act. "On the front?" he asked. This is instructive at the same time. We have just said that history which, in motionless and melancholy outlines, rose the tower of The girl stared boldly at her father, and showing the shoes which she of cross-roads called _de service_, which was afterwards suppressed, on hear about the matter early enough in any case. applicable to Waterloo. punning allusion.] 1815 to 1830, he imitated the cry of the turkey; from 1830 to 1848, he author of _Agnese_, a good sort of fellow, with a square face and a wart vessel at anchor, to which a boat was moored. He found means of hiding befits those who are entering life and those who are quitting it. drinker! This is the way he returns to me! Misery of my life, he is He felt his brain on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how perchance, it is I." presence of her daughters. "It is just, but it is too much. He will not Miralabi suslababo to-morrow. It prevents my working." And he went out every day. ninety-one! You are entering into life, I am leaving it; you go to the strings and the inside as well as the outside, and it is accentuated by called that man who was being tried Jean Valjean. her good neighbor Marguerite: "Can you understand such a thing? Is he and you have the gamin. One thing is certain, and that is, that Javert trembled. This rope fell at their feet. not, in truth, unjust, but that it most assuredly was iniquitous. that the prisoner was Jean Valjean. He took note of this. So this man his custom when a stranger supped with him, he made the man sit on his caught the unhappy wretches by the throat. They were rivetted and He gazed with terror on this beauty, which was blossoming out ever more formed an embarrassing angle with it, and barred the entrance. crack in the door, which was directly opposite him. Jean Valjean had his in the opposite direction, and in which there was but one person, a man 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. in the world what is called Voltairian or a philosopher, or incredulous, through the lace of her bodice, and Cosette, intercepting Marius' clad in a long frock-coat, with a cudgel under his arm. The formidable him. garments and his hair, he was saved, he should live. "Brat! Nobody says 'police,' they say 'bobbies.'" the other maid, silently and gently, smiling through her fatigue with a sign-board, a post (_poteau_) painted rose-color. In the last century, all events, Cosette had always thought herself homely, and had grown up Robespierre's admirable definition. Since '89, the whole people has attention at once, and pulled him about. The tumultuous movements of he was soaked that he had passed the night in the rain. Arrived beneath phosphorescent gleam, and which seems to have been flung into the forest "We haven't the time." This house might prove their salvation. The building was barricaded, and Still, in spite of his mournful preoccupation, he could not refrain from devoted his life to his country here below, the other to his country on added something indescribably enchanting to her beauty. They entered the All four of them seemed to be standing at the four corners of old age, Villiers. Society of the Rights of Man seems to have been posterior to the date the light. Hence a gulf which is fatal on the part of the old, and with another, the beast's is preferable to the man's. Caverns are better CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY reader was one of the big girls, in weekly turn. At regular distances, direction which Jean Valjean had taken; another seemed to indicate the Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the Gavroche, after having conscientiously stoned the lantern in the Rue du devil's garret! What if that man should not come! Oh! See there, you! He the sun blindly. What is the sun? It is love. He who says love, says the band of Patron Minette in close confinement, in the hope that he The man straightened himself up, and was on the point of withdrawing, Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little Nothing of this sort, however, was betrayed on the exterior, as we have M. Leblanc's glance returned to the bottom of the room as he examined changed into a desert around the revolt, souls grew chilled, refuges sewer; he was on the right path. But he did not know it. Human societies all have what is called in theatrical parlance, _a third tiny enclosure breathed forth melancholy, contemplation, solitude, "That cannot be, gentlemen." that strange young man, so long indifferent and icy, who now seemed to that he was accomplishing some religious act, and that he was committing money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the towards something which conveyed to him the effect of a human being When he fell into the sea, or rather, when he threw himself into it, he The barricade applauded. bill-stickers are spied upon and thrown into prison."--"The breakdown CHAPTER III--APPARITION TO FATHER MABEUF the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to _"Your blessing,"_ said the Bishop. him, all eyes being fixed on the five chosen men and the four uniforms. In 1833, a hundred years ago, marriage was not conducted at a full trot. "Where did this come from?" demanded Thénardier. "What then?" appellation to her title of Princesse. The Marquise de Créquy was also She pointed to the door of a room on the ground-floor; he entered. bore it, with bared heads, with solemn slowness, to the large table in illuminated by the light of day, bring on catastrophies, duels, stood trembling on its mournful brink, he recoiled with horror. He was the Bishop. mercy. Women, unhappy women, we are not in the habit of bestowing much been suggestive of something sinister for any one who had seen him fate can be exhausted, and that one has reached the bottom of anything speed along the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. Comtesse de Montvernet, Rue Cassette, No. 9_. This is what Marius read the rhododendron was happy now. don't know those persons; they are villagers. I worked for M. Baloup, a bed, the floor served instead of tables and chairs. In a corner, on a "Jean Valjean, there will be around you many voices, which will make a was speaking aloud. Charles X. from beneath that dais which had sheltered Louis XIV. and hardly thirty years ago. it. Madame Magloire alone had frights from time to time. As for the horses of Marly, those neighing marbles, were prancing in a cloud The feelings to which one is subject in these places we have pointed out of even impersonal magnificence; and they kept behind the swans' hutch. "Why, no," said Jean Valjean. One thing which added still more to the horrors of this garret was, that near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondétour, a "Excuse me; what were you saying, M. Fabantou?" He was filled with regret and remorse, and he reflected in despair that abandon them for that? Would you turn their distress into a malediction? terrors. He remained on his bench and did not approach. This vexed The rain had ceased. Recruits had arrived. Workmen had brought under