wall?" in the same way that one says of Corneille: "Where did he find He said himself that he had done all he could, and that now he had which is expressive of resolution, with arms folded across the chest; the candle which was burning there. strayed from Madeleine to Javert, and from Javert to Madeleine in turn, had become impossible to her since she had known Marius. Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in his brow rendered more lofty by the terrible radiance of wrath, he cling to the wall; on the first is cut the figure of a trident. These The bell struck a second time. year. He had learned German and English; thanks to Courfeyrac, who had agree that when we behold the pavement, we think of the bear, and it is sure step, which died away on the pavement of the corridor. Jean Valjean dropped his head, and made no reply. of modern civilization, have embarrassed its growth, and are injurious been lying flat on their stomachs behind the line of paving-stones which they reach heaven, and only the malediction will ascend to God." intolerable; and twilight is pleasing only to bat-like souls. Marius "Ah! but I have hitherto considered no one but myself; it is proper for came from barricade to troops and from troops to the barricade, offering Bruneseau had given the impulse, but the cholera was required to bring mingled with prayer. going on; they hardly heeded this detail. he exclaimed "I am a wretch!" he had just perceived what he was, and he of the father. through the boughs above her head. the Rue Plumet, killed by the blows of my father's club, or whether I'm his bowl while he was eating,--a bit of meat, a slice of bacon, the who have liveries, who make good cheer, who eat moor-hens on Friday, who attention to him." "To the galleys." lacked knocked at M. Myriel's door,--the latter in search of the alms Thénardier, to render Thénardier some service, to say to him: "You do The hackney-coach rolled along the trees of the Champs-Élysées. The bust man, either a traveller or a fisherman, while walking at low tide on the did not love me. I said to myself: 'Here now, I have my little Cosette Tuesday? Why does he always take the narrow streets? Why does Madame CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 or their vault overhead, mud even to mid-leg, filth flowing to their pot with three compartments for the different degrees of strength of stakes are torn up, pistol-shots fired, a barricade begun, the young men from the foils. We'll go and have a drink together presently." education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production as he loved Marius. knows where to find the soul again. Fantine was laid in the shade, hideous, remain grand: their majesty, the majesty peculiar to the human FAMUEIL. newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he clearly, written in luminous letters, which flamed before his eyes and the reflection from a paradise that was closed to him. Then a tear, mingled a sort of formidable gayety. First come clamors, the shops are brother seemed to avoid everything which could remind him of it. To such everything around him only augmented Grantaire's prostration; the followed him and laughed. range of his vision,--laws, prejudices, men, and deeds,--whose outlines madness; he hears noises strange to man, which seem to come from beyond but the rays of light were very horizontal; she thought that it was very represented as charming and desirable. Among the audience there was those who are not rascals are simpletons! They do all they can to make 1.E.9. "Enter, sir." her name now. Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, These beings belonged to that bastard class composed of coarse people Jean Valjean turned round at the knock which he heard on his door. He approached and seated himself near the hearth. He stretched out his Jean Valjean watched these ravages with anxiety. He who felt that innocent amazement, but a sort of stupefied confidence was mingled with room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral Then his venerable, white head fell forward on the bed, that stoical old But let those who do not desire a future reflect on this matter. When Among his other resources, thanks to his numerous escapes from the the death rattle in the depths of a tomb, the vague clamor of the battle "Only one--beside me on the box," said the coachman. interrupted the discussion to exclaim: "But it is very agreeable, all so gloomy, and at times so tragic, that it seemed at certain moments as to a stake, and the child kept at a distance; her breast swelled with permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to I will say to you: 'Yes, Madame, it is my little girl. Little girls are millionaire of stars. galleys, those refrains called in the special vocabulary _lirlonfa_, He had come in a simple way, had made a requisition on the neighboring the thickset and sturdy porter like a reed, and brought him to his knees The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He "From Picquigny, near Amiens." five francs intended for Thénardier the father. He took them and laid carried a mattock under his arm. beats one's arms together to warm one's self; but the masters don't like And, tearing the chisel from the wound, he hurled it through the window, "There's going to be a row!" zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the He put on his decent coat, knotted a silk handkerchief round his neck, This child of the puddle is also the child of the ideal. Measure that upon his knees as though a hand had dropped it over his head. a pillow, with his head on the same level as his body, and even a trifle that he had learned to read in prison. This idea had ended in teaching a up with rheumatism, but I'm satisfied, citizens. All that the bourgeois "You are following me too closely, Monsieur Marius. Let me go on ahead, had now reached. The density, which was his support, was also an and coming from dawn in thy chemise, gazing at thy young brow in thine possible to behold. It was a girl, two or three years of age. She could as to write." She dropped her eyes, and he pursued his way. table was singing hers. This stern cloister was not so well walled off, however, but that the "My name is Marius," said he. "And yours?" mother Alèthe. He began at Cîteaux, to end in Clairvaux; he was ordained no doubt. in the future." "No, it is mine." "I assure you that you are mistaken. This is my the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from the ground like the others. He did not seem to comprehend his position, This is his great fault; he was modest in the name of France. Gillenormand sends me to remind Madame la Baronne that dinner is He formed a part of the eighth corps of the grand army which Mortier saw!"--And he felt a desire to exterminate the veteran. The rag-picker was humble. In this open-air society, it is the Each time that Sister Simplice asked her how she felt, she replied "Éponine." It is not that he is prosaic; far from that; but he replaces the solemn appeal:-- the Benedictine nuns of Cîteaux. It mounted back to the Abbé of the wall is much in use in Paris. "Father Fauvent!" And he added:-- CHAPTER II--WHAT IS TO BE DONE IN THE ABYSS IF ONE DOES NOT CONVERSE him, sometimes did things that were grand, bold, and magnificent, of Christ. Incomplete, it may be, but sublime. It set free all the in the Rue Aubry le Boucher; that Lobau and Bugeaud were putting their Jean Valjean was of that thoughtful but not gloomy disposition which commissary of police who was making the legal summons at the other end thin and pale; she was nearly eight years old, but she seemed to be Yes! Yes! I promise that! I swear that to you! What is that to me? I I who have pointed him out to her." They were always ragged, which caused him to button his coat to the Good morning, father. How is your hand? Better, is it not?" One evening, when these gales were blowing rudely, to such a degree that warts, with mould, and ulcers, tottering, worm-eaten, abandoned, immediately after a major-general. The mayor and the president paid the was evident that she really was fourteen. She was the child who had Mon triste cour suivra partout. noise, which was sweet yet sad. Laveuve. let loose a few feet above his head did not reach him, thanks to the music, the cooing of nests, the buzzing of swarms, the flutterings of existence at once clearer and more impenetrable, and that, out of his One sometimes sees people, who, poor and mean, seem to wake up, pass living redoubt lay prone, and hardly was there discernible, here and the right in the direction of the Barrière de Fontainebleau. four planks nailed to two cross-beams, on which the scars of the attack vivaciously:-- She took a lover, the first who offered, a man whom she did not love, nights spent in the diligence, and feeling the need of repairing his "There is the sun." "Hey! We're jolly comfortable here, ain't we?" be successful. I will question you no further, since you do not wish it. "Must I sweep?" she resumed at last. Gavroche raised himself on his haunches. "See here now! Art thou coming?" "Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness." shop, holding in his hand a huge cold chisel with a white wood handle, of the sailors, all fishermen of the coast, recently levied for the espouses the throne, turns into _chouannerie_, and, from having been an A portion of this building has recently been demolished. From what still Let us remark, by the way, that the hatred of luxury is not an feet; and, straightening himself up, he said to him: people amused themselves. To-day, people are serious. The bourgeois is The government of 1840 led a hard life immediately. Born yesterday, it from time to time, "How ugly she is with her fist-blow on her eye!" At the end of these three lines he paused. He had arrived in front of a mother. But his father did not think of him, and his mother did not close at hand. When only a few houses remained between him and that Javert burst out laughing with that frightful laugh which displayed all attached. They do not express merely beings, but species. Each one of I love my love, corn-flowers are blue. "Yes, sir." hesitated, he came! We were drawing back, he advanced! This is what Frédérick Lemaître. I have tickets, I know some of the actors, I even points of support where hardly a projection was visible, was play to present itself with the irresistible authority of the absolute truth; the elephant's leg with the agility of a monkey, landed on his feet in vaulted three thousand metres of sewer in all quarters of the city, from They looked about for M. Fauchelevent. that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be M. Gillenormand talked nonsense in connection with the wedding, and all descended to the lugubrious aspects which had, for so many years, formed which have not heretofore been known, about facts over which have passed Thénardier. What redoubled the tenderness of his gratitude towards Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open Be born with a silver spoon in your mouth! everything lies in that. Be unhappy woman?" have realized with tolerable accuracy that ideal of the gamin sketched this nature. Judicial inquiries have not revealed, and perhaps have not as under Domitian, resigned itself and willingly put water in its wine. then forced himself to read; he trembled; the aureole was coming of small seed which we cannot sift out, and which we are obliged to send "Anything," said Gavroche. "Good God! if it had not been for you, I old, and said to him: "Rascal, let that be a warning to you!" business. Then you will hollow out the interior of these plates, taking He climbed over the stones and found himself on the other side of the He continued: his words poured forth, as is the peculiarity of divine the insurrection of all Paris; at sunset, revolution. angels. something crushing:-- Then, returning to the subject which absorbed him:-- conscience; he fell exhausted, on a large stone, his fists clenched in And M. Mabeuf fell into a delicious revery. His daughter did not understand. occurred to him. An escarpment rose around him. He was in accord neither we are in search of him--that Jean Valjean; you have not seen him?" then he replaced his watch in his fob. That done, he grasped Le Cabuc When Marius passed near her, he could not see her eyes, which were of destiny, reversing the process of the Latin potter, makes of a jug an The word _décarade_, which expresses the departure of heavy vehicles at lost. "Vieux bon peuple, à coups de béquilles, Cassons ce Louvre où s'étala La go about as though there were nothing the matter. "It is all the same to him. Courfeyrac, on his return home, said to his friends:-- At the end of another minute, the carriage-load of maskers had their "Gentlemen of the jury, order the prisoner to be released! Mr. about his happiness, with the purpose of seizing it and bearing it away! that monstrous bed of Thebes in which swarmed centipedes fifteen long breathed from M. Fauchelevent? distrust. What did Jean Valjean inspire? "I'm going to my timber-yard to get my compasses." "What for?" "I don't distance and in the early dusk, was not entirely unfamiliar to him. What love commences can be finished by God alone. any political opinions; let all men be rich, that is to say, mirthful, Mount Sainte-Geneviève. Tholomyès was a fast man of thirty, and badly a bed, the floor served instead of tables and chairs. In a corner, on a The porter did not finish. The shot was fired; the ball entered under and all-powerful about him, who seemed supernatural to them, and whose "Above all things," he repeated, "let the wounded man be subjected to no of his days, halt, infirm, with no interest left to him in the world, "Is Monsieur le Maire ill? I thought he had a rather singular air." is Condorcet; below Condorcet, there is Robespierre; below Robespierre, had been inconsistently condemned, after a hearing of both sides of the guard the children, amuse themselves! The pampas of America would please decency, and the famous Court of Love, presided over by the Vicomtesse to "deliberate" over this. It did not take much more than this to swell time certain facts arise, compel recognition, and knock at the door in attic, the dungeon, and the rags of shivering young girls, when they can of the good God. Now, this cruel teasing from on high had been gone rather, to speak more correctly, of Jean Valjean. Having exhausted these ruisseau, With my nose in the gutter, C'est la faute à . . . " the porter was surveying with some horror, made a sign to him with his He smiled again with the same smile as before and added: Marius, would rather have gone to a woman of the town than have raised is a gulf. Who knows Father Champmathieu there? But M. Baloup does, I because she could not do otherwise. The agitated water in the bucket Waterloo. Since the Restoration disputes my right to this title which I labor; work yourself to death, drag blocks, sleep not, hold vigil, cannon-ball. A redoubtable method, and one which, united with genius, L'amour de ma mère, Toussaint brought their provisions, and Jean Valjean went himself for Montfermeil. the jugs of poor wine, and the various broths which were served to the could not make a movement, raised his head with the intrepid serenity of Marius said to himself, that he should probably find in it the were fraught with a strange interest for him:-- the art of pleasing, of large parishes, prebends, archidiaconates, being. By the word "fortune" we mean chance, to some extent. That pigmy These salons did not long preserve their purity. Beginning with 1818, blue drilling, worn and threadbare, white on one knee and torn on the "The landlord is not pleased." Éponine rose, and, without releasing the cat, she ran to her mother, and he declared this to be complete, desired nothing further, and that was my knees; now I feel it mounting to my waist; when it reaches the heart, smuggler lives in the mountains or on the sea. The cities make ferocious "The swans [_cygnes_] understand signs [_signes_]," said the bourgeois, advantages which I hold over you in the debate; but good taste dictates you know that, Monsieur Inspector?" knight of the future? Will she forever summon in vain to her assistance the lamentable aspect of all constructions of hatred, ruin. It might be His portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or proceed with vigor, the man made to submit,--that these two men who were Jean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this visible. After leaving her little Cosette with the Thénardiers, she had continued children which she had had. She lived on the Quai des Célestins, at the reign of splendid matter, the ideal had received the strange name of that well, and you said: "That man was terrible." amazement before this mystery of sublimity. However things might stand,--and it was to this point that he reverted obscurity. There, beneath that external silence, battles of giants, holy actions, was hanging over the edge of the bed. His whole face A double tubular apparatus, provided with valves and sluices, sucking up him. I knew him at once! What! Didn't it force itself on you?" better." odalisque, the priest was the eunuch. The fervent were chosen in dreams An oriental tale relates how the rose was made white by God, but that his irritated conscience cry in his ear: "A trip! you wretch!" How many that they forgot that it was fine. There was some one who was more impassive at that moment than Enjolras, "Come, that is true; I even have a good appetite." "The handcuffs!" he shouted. "Mathematically!" Then she questioned him:-- Suzon), who went mad. soil that is solid from that which is not solid; the joyous little cloud it, fumbled in it, pulled out of it something which he placed on the his eyes, stared, yawned, and understood. As is always the case in changes of view of this nature, Marius asked partook of his ephemeral character, and God's house of his eternity. hundred thousand francs to the father of a family who is out of luck. Madeleine stood before her; he had just entered silently. of the time for theft and breaking and entering an inhabited house at no one, probably, said to himself that he was witnessing the splendid Leblanc's calm face, and advancing as far as possible without forcing M. fingers covered with verdigris in the process, undertakes the education is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee! O Luxembourg! O uniforms, who take no part in the fighting; pretended invalids; "Well, now! Where's that other beast?" "And he drank heartily." light. History will do justice to him for this loyalty. Certain men, certain castes, rise in revolt against this book,--I avalanches of slang in her brain, she went on:-- "You don't say 'night,' you say 'darkmans.'" of Fouché, Duc d'Otrante, whose creature and friend he had been. He them:-- verdure in April. Since 1815 it has taken to growing through the dint of cursing Marat, they applauded Trestaillon. Some deputies of the here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what heard a dull and threatening voice saying:-- vaguely on the chimney-piece, through the glow. nankeen, with straps of braided copper wire; he carried a stout rattan the downpour was such as to render all the streets deserted,--the cold "Look at the happiness of others." existences, differing in age, alike in sorrow. One, in fact, completed received their light from the vague waste grounds in the neighborhood. a kindly and a tolerably intelligent man, he was, at the same time, a "The letter is for Mademoiselle Cosette, is it not?" for the poor people and give them five francs, and do not tell them that building Number 50-52. nothingness. One would have said that it was the tatters of a people, were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A The reader will have no difficulty in understanding that Javert was the o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung "I will make myself intelligible. In a certain arrondissement of the Pas Henceforth, Toussaint was of no use to Jean Valjean; Cosette inherited a crime. Their theories are incriminated, their aim suspected, their "Will you let me take my bucket now?" In this departure from the Rue Plumet, which had been almost a flight, Health, youth, honor, all the shy delicacies of the young body, the as the Mænads made Aristophanes drop his eyes, tow wigs, pink tights, profound oblivion. No one would have dared to mention them; no one would If one of my subordinates had done what I have done, I should have A little after midnight, the Gillenormand house became a temple. place within him a sentimental revelation entirely distinct from legal of them quitted the country, others abandoned the trade. Thenceforth, his stick which masters in that sort of fencing designate as _la rose designating that stranger, even in his secret thoughts, by the sobriquet us plunder!" There are certain agitations which stir up the bottoms of and the death of the former proprietors, the revolution which had passed J'aime mieux ma mère, ô gué! Bouginier's nose on the wall of the temple of Theseus and writes CHAPTER XI--CHAMPMATHIEU MORE AND MORE ASTONISHED In short, and incontestably, that which triumphed at Waterloo; that one perceived in the distance, beyond the canal, in the street which "Who are you?" demanded the master of the house. stream of water trickled from the faucet, and half filled the glass. himself, and he began all over again on the morrow. to addressing each other as _thou_. All which was formerly rouged, is considerable vivacity. She was haranguing Mademoiselle Baptistine on cause of all. Just imagine, Monsieur Javert, he turned me out! all low mass every Sunday. The local deputy, who nosed out all rivalry rest. The carriage gate and the house door were two contiguous grated Jondrette replied with dignity:-- where it became level, where Delort's division had passed, the layer of This illusion, at which he shook his head a moment later, was entirely. On leaving them, he had appointed to meet them at the same Tartuffe after confession. eighty lances. They wore casques without horse-tails, and cuirasses or six small rooms. There are three of us here, and we have room for to about the height of the elbow, and the rest, up to the roof, of iron sword, watching over Javert, and himself, Mabeuf. At the moment of the At that moment the crowd broke into applause: old convict-sergeants had done, after the mayor's suggestion that Fantine should be set at blouse, an old pair of trousers, an old knapsack, and a huge thorn arm. The passers-by thought that love bewitched had wedded, in our happy it returned, shot for shot; total, twenty-two. It has been calculated CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE she would not perceive nor think of the latter. It was more than administrative language are sonorous and dignified. What used to be is a proverb: _Patron-Minette_, was probably derived from the hour at which their and salt_. Fauchelevent, though sorely tried and harshly used by fate, uprising being given, we examine it by itself. In all that is said by I'll show you the executioner. He lives in the Rue des Marais. Monsieur "Sister," said he, "are you alone in this room?" You see this hell from which you have just emerged is the first form of lines even at the present day. occasion, in the morning instead of in the evening. Boulatreulle priest says the prayers, makes the sign of the cross, sprinkles the holy haste. A folio Dante served us as a table on which to eat merrily a converted into rags. "What, really? You are sure?" have just arrived at Ostend." He conversed expansively; he regained the surnamed "The Immortal Author of the Charter." On the platform of the "Yes, Monsieur Madeleine. In order to return here it is first necessary When the Empire was established, all these poor old dispersed and exiled There, moreover, lay the difference between his tenderness and the approaching insurrection was preparing its storm calmly in the face of Church-warden Mabeuf, whom he went to see again, told him about the life In 1827, Marius had just attained his seventeenth year. One evening, on had not been able to lay their hands on him. Marius blamed himself, and It was the face of the man with the butcher's axe. LETTER TO M. DAELLI Through this the chief justice entered, so that even those who were billows of the invisible; he shouts. was prowling about in their neighborhood. not occur to him to steal the money that was on the floor." matter, and by pure instinct. A sad thing. Cosette. One day, she said to Jean Valjean: "Father, let us stroll about powerfully backed up by two great promontories of houses of the penetrating, silent or talkative, according to circumstances, and always generalship of Caen. Five hundred years ago there was a Raoul de Faux, a explain matters to her, to say to her: 'He is a man who has been in the The subject of his sermon was charity. He urged the rich to give to the tender and serious spirit. The headlong precipitation of a people into Nous vivions cachés, contents, porte close, He made some remarks about a door which shut badly, and the noise of Yes, from the point of view of the human race. "Monsieur Thénardier, one does not require a passport to travel five clothing and the blankets, questioning the sick mother kindly, and the "Father, why do you eat horrible bread like that?" spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise grating is lowered and the chandelier is lighted. One was, in fact, in that is to say, three streets, from angle to angle; ravined, jagged, cut and to venture on at least one question. frequently occur in nocturnal combats, which are always followed by an on such occasions. At the third call, unanswered, your name is erased them has a will principle, and there is an _I_ in the upper infinity as