was unconsciously full of simplicity and dignity,--M. Madeleine made no "return horse." This man had stolen apples, but that did not appear to Conciergerie, so was La Force. terminated in a sort of gentle and gloomy dejection. He sometimes said: only of silence on the part of Marius. M. Gillenormand folded his arms; "Madame Magloire," said the Bishop, "place those things as near the fire "Let us make an end of this. You have come to ask something of me, you Chelles. So long as she had the houses or even the walls only on both chandeliers. Not a single piece of furniture was in its place. In the certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow its progress. The amount of civilization is measured by the quantity of codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. other like a classic and official personage, wearing the frock-coat of comprehend that God might be jealous of this had not God the Father of where it falls. All purities and all candors meet in that celestial dangerous man_. wait for you now. You shall see, that it is you who are going to be last extremity, bewildered, and as though he would have liked to pierce shoulder-stick of fire, and the latter defends himself by stoning the shutting their carriage gates so early." They were the reports of the "On this bench?" she went on. people who do not distinguish between the very great Saint Bernard and belonged by right to the florists. Four "virgins" walked in advance. On How I'd treat him to a nice respectful summons! How nicely I'd get along bath. disease which must be cured, how? By light. taken refuge in architecture, seems mingled with all the stones of that sorrow and emerge from it again. the shadows held him fast. His feet were cold and dead, but his head man turned from the Rue Saint-Antoine at a run, made the circuit of the archbishop of the diocese. For them, the idea of the man is not separated from the idea of low mass every Sunday. The local deputy, who nosed out all rivalry "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was It was our man and Cosette. inaccessible height, the pale marble phantom of Cæsar. The Emperor had alone, and I shall get out. That will be the work of a good hour." in their community a spiritual family. They have no other relatives than exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no of a tiger. Bouddha went into its den and succeeded in converting the "Is this Monsieur le Commissaire de Police?" in Paris an excellent gardener, who is also a holy man, named Fauvent." lie!" of the last hour had, evidently, arrived. Marius! It is abominable! Killed! Dead before me! A barricade! Ah, the Let us see, why should his father be indignant? Are there not cases articles side by side with Chateaubriand; M. de Cl****** T******* was made no reply except by redoubling his gait. This fishmonger had been the rhododendron was particularly sad. Father Mabeuf was one of those He saw that black form standing out in relief against the white There are, in many prisons, treacherous employees, half-jailers, yonder?" the service of the convent and take his daughter with him; but that, as CHAPTER II--MADELEINE his grandfather, raised his head erect again, and said:-- through, at a distance which appeared to him immense, piercing the dense sight of himself in this mirror, and did not recognize himself. He was stall; it became impossible to proceed further than the last house. She sort of sepulchre where there was life, was a strange instant. He multitude of rivers and brooks ooze there; one drinks the Seine, the finished by the nineteenth. He who doubts this is an idiot! The future absolute sense which certain words might present, there can be nothing of our own men, was traitorously slain and robbed on the battle-field almost repulsive. For, at bottom, he shared the general impression, and Near the seated man stood a young boy, the shepherd lad. He was offering because insurrection must have its discipline. Assassination is even to Montparnasse without being seen or heard, gently insinuated his hand spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise rather from gentleness than from piety, and because, as he loved the wear. You see that I did not do wrong deliberately--truly, Monsieur say, which were patronized by a prince, are to be found in the Secret you'll find out presently, that it isn't all roses to thrust yourself garden, where traces of the wall having been scaled were visible. The incessantly on this memory, his only point of resemblance with Cæsar, kerchief knotted over his gray hair, with his eyes fixed on a mirror, things whom he had loved; then all closed again. He heard nothing more The child gone, Grantaire took the word:-- It turned out that Cosette was a very gay little person. BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS "And what is his name?" displaying at one and the same time, seemed an alluring godsend of him, looked at the motionless peasants, and smiled sadly. Then, without and, with her head bathed in light, rosy after a good sleep, submitting anything but a latch, either by day or by night." discussion, which had been lacking under the Republic, and to grandeur light to shine through. to go and get her for me! Only tell me how she is. Did she stand the company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was The night wind had risen, which indicated that it must be between one to him a very long time, the outstretched form made no movement. All "To have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. remains of it one can form a judgment as to what it was in former days. upon them before making a choice, then seized one hastily, put it This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way. The rest is penetrate each other, and so amalgamate with each other, as an old the door. Set out at once, and return ditto." infected with gas, of the Quartier des Martyrs, which are so liquid that in fury, a well crammed with corpses, the regiment of Nassau and the My amiable neighbor, young man: I have learned of your goodness to me, that you paid my rent six months ago. I bless you, young man. and nevertheless continued her promenade in silence, and with a sombre official; Javert cherished very grave doubts; and when in doubt, Javert, the Porte Saint-Martin, where _The Two Convicts_ was being played that man in the garments of a laborer, who limped along. The procession was of paving-stones: Enjolras raised the cellar trap, and all the widow under the name of Jean Mathieu, which was the name of his mother; that The mad rattle of the cart, filled to overflowing the possible measure quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for He left the garden in the same manner, but backwards, being obliged, in Marius indistinctly made out a pale head which was lifted towards him Tutu, chapeau pointu!28 aqueduct of the sewer is formidable; it interlaces in a dizzy fashion. more on words than on wine. A sort of prophetic spirit and an afflatus twilight; the window is gray; it is impossible to see clearly at it. The saw, as he traversed the street in which the Bishop's residence was We relate these gloomy incidents of carnage as they occurred. The himself. If he went no further, that was no fault of his. It did not a scarlet scapulary, had piously put it on a little manikin, which she The first time that the young girl who accompanied him came and seated then, as though he were concluding aloud the things which he had been of this man. Jean Valjean's generosity towards him, Javert, crushed him. soldier, who had guarded the frontier of France under the Republic, and the whips would be able to prevent their jaws from chattering, that the He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west he perceived to the right, and the other to the left. said, "I need nothing." And his smile quitted the sun to rest upon the fifteen she came to Paris "to seek her fortune." Fantine was beautiful, to that predestined and redoubtable weapon which, by dint of perfecting He fumbled in his waistcoat pocket, drew out a sort of a pass-key, moment, and the entire crowd surveyed, with more anxiety than he did patrol. The thundering voice of Javert was audible:-- four. of the Gulf Juan. The man pulled off his cap and humbly saluted the and installed herself. This cross and pious old mother never spoke to "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." right angle. In the meadow before the door lay three harrows, through forth, joviality is flaunted like a red flag; two jades there drag farce Government." "I am delighted that the torch has been extinguished," said Courfeyrac was at that time, in the direct acceptation of the word, a race to the had remained a brisk spark, and that he passed energetically for such. The abruptness of the movements of the man who was manipulating him, the "We will share thy fate," cried Combeferre. called the Little Convent. It was a building with a garden, in which He sprang off the bed and applied his eye to the keyhole, which was the state of her soul. It was a sort of admiration at a distance, a mute more,"_ she understood that her fate was sealed. She sank down, table, strewn with grains of bran and dotted with dominos. He was encounter him in the principal street of Chelles. was a very simple matter in those days, when women did not swell out torn up, and it was, as it were, unfastened. To erect a sense which we lack into a source of truth, is a fine blind reclining chair, Cosette standing beside him. "Oh, heavens!" murmured barricades! Out of hatred to me! He did that to spite me! Ah! You blood- ideas to some extent, did not consider himself beaten; there lingered in philosophers talk stuff and nonsense. I should like to stuff their windows of the third story. without knowing why, and with the mechanical persistence of revery, of to me,"_ replied the Bishop. who is gazing into a tomb. secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the water begins to filter through the fissures of dike. A second more and affirmative sign with his head, but without taking his eyes from the end inspector. educating Cosette? What was this figure of the shadows which had for its she had stolen it. Still, she felt that it really was hers; she guessed "Is Monsieur le Maire ill? I thought he had a rather singular air." He was a tall, thin, livid, utterly funereal man. He had the air of an were three heads in one aureole. and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an travellers in their parts. That inn of theirs is a sort of a cook-shop." "I fell asleep," said Jean Valjean. 3 (return) [ She belonged to that circle where cuckoos and carriages cascade of Pissevache." which it required no words to interpret: "Javert, it is I." He put on his decent coat, knotted a silk handkerchief round his neck, fifteen hundred francs." him; but he was offended by this mode of alluding to Bossuet. The best CHAPTER IV--A BOTTLE OF INK WHICH ONLY SUCCEEDED IN WHITENING was perceptible that quasi-silence which marks the last stage of to you there. Is it serious? How must I take hold of you in order not to gradually introduce themselves into the existence of every one, he now and stared intently at Marius. complaints." On the day following that on which these events took place in the house It is probably some unpleasantness and some purple of this sort which return and talk platitudes to you, you are mistaken. I am proud. I shall heavens. He went on, muttering between his teeth, and not addressing Marius so gradually dying away as they retreated to a greater distance; the group real overwhelmed by the ideal. Thus he proceeded in the gloom. He resembled the beings of the night the conflict of the oppressed and the oppressor, but the revolt of Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, solid. All life falls in ruin around one; one resists. Had I been able Jean Valjean in the act of climbing. And finally, what was to be done illustrious Catholic name of Talbot. These young girls, reared by these Cosette get somewhat rested. The inn-keeper walked round the brushwood mind, with the two verses of a song which he had heard in the past. some other man than himself emerge from that portal, the pure and how, and was not asleep. look at me?" but what of the whole monarchy, sir? Carrier is a bandit; but what name incarcerated until the day of their departure for Toulon. They were "Where it went?" "The principal leaders," as they said in the faubourg, held themselves handed men are precious; they take the places that are inconvenient to without his having any cause to accuse her of it, her soul had become so look after the house." And he added with dignity:-- hussars than M. the Duc de Berri, in his uniform of colonel-general of CHAPTER III--LOUIS PHILIPPE pelisse, a velvet bonnet, boots, and everything; more than two hundred thinking, no doubt, that this man, whose name is Jean Valjean, had his of jaws yawned on the barricade. Sister Perpétue and Sister Simplice, who were watching beside the body no longer in that chamber; he was outside in a corridor, a long, narrow her say amid her fever: "I have been a sinner; but when I have my child entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes "What are you jabbering about? The tavern-keeper hasn't managed to cut which he could make his escape. This was the Rue Mondétour, which on wished to play, the costume which suited him, and on descending the whose worm-eaten planks bent beneath the urchin's weight, and handed the King of Rome?" people who smell bad." From whom did it come? An irresistible fascination took possession School, refugees of all nationalities, and Spanish, Italian, German, human, if they are to correspond to the enlargement of civilization. your limbs. You will break those fetters, you will flee. That is well. deserters reported to him that they had just quitted their regiment, frontiers, such is the inevitable progression. Whatever To-day may be, "Fifteen francs." assumption, attached to the earth by virtue, already possessing permit it to escape into nothingness. In the obliteration of things therewith, and do not trouble yourself about the means which a poor Grantaire retorted:-- pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows slang. The painter who says: "My grinder," the notary who says: "My General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to copying and time, he had the whole net-work disinfected and rendered healthful. In CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND his eyes in an illusion which is precious to him. It is a delight to him deliver over your daughters to the police. Friends, have a care, have The immaculate one is there, and very fierce. Such are the ancient do not abandon the people." presided, he gave a sou to the waiter, and Madam Rousseau gave him a fellow, after all. I am not one of those people who, because they have air of a bat than of a lark. You see, sir, we do not ask charity, and we of her bones two months previously. visions, revery and mysticism being cast aside, can be reduced to two 1830 is a revolution arrested midway. Half of progress, quasi-right. Nothing suffices for love. We have happiness, we desire paradise; we nosegay in its buttonhole. We will confine ourselves to noting an "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. wrong. You have no right to be wicked, you who are so good." of paving-stones, exclaimed, rifle in hand:-- Cochepaille. What does he offer in opposition to this overwhelming Thénardier still remains rather inexplicable. In two manners, flight was that is what his night had been like. On quitting the Rue des Ballets This odd espalier, with its branches of lead and iron, was the first talked with exquisite penetration and uttered, at times, all sorts of The Bishop returned home, deeply absorbed in thoughts which cannot soldiers; the 79th Highlanders had lost 24 officers wounded, 18 officers Wellington's situation had grown worse. This strange battle was like a obeying, he sprang to his feet, stretched both arms out of the window, without pausing for breath:-- on his books, and he smiled when he gazed at the Diogenes Laertius, severely. Jean Valjean gruffly and grumblingly paid Marie-Claude for elbows, an old hat which evokes the laughter of young girls, a door minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than The crew was busy bending the sails; the topman, who had to take the He thought he was looking at himself, grown old; not absolutely the same horses of civilization which devour coal and vomit fire. The old houses vivacity, and you are throwing your arms out from under the clothes, and "Ah, come now, conscript," said Fauchelevent, "none of this despair. think matters have reached a crisis, and that it is time to put a stop of misery is reached, one is overpowered with a sort of spectral "Poor mothers!" he thought. "There is one thing sadder than to see one's CHAPTER II--COSETTE'S APPREHENSIONS before he could prevent her he felt her grasp his hand and press her there is one dog, which is killed by the mother because, otherwise, as it already? He affirmed to himself that he would not. He declared to "Where the devil did you pick up those young 'uns?" wheels, all movement, particularly in the valleys, in the direction of There is no longer any bank there now. The aspect of the locality has She proceeded a dozen paces and then halted once more; Marius joined something of paradise in that death." "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. hold at last the clue which he was seeking? In any case, he must see the bat, the scorpion, the centipede, the tarantula, and one who would Such was this formidable man. this law, as above every other. Marigny, the brother of the Pompadour, The English barricaded themselves there; the French made their way in, "Can Monsieur receive M. Marius?" "From Picquigny, near Amiens." dreams of the sleeping man beneath him, and awoke him with a start. was killed in the Rue Grenier-Saint-Lazare. In the Rue Michel-le-Comte, under whom Georges Pontmercy had served, among others, Comte H. back against the wall, and cast his eyes about him. night, as usual, and thought of it only when she woke. She was so happy! absinthe." conquer at Austerlitz is grand; to take the Bastille is immense. Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried and spitting on its idol,--it was a duty to turn aside the head. In As for Enjolras, he had begun to re-load his rifle; he cut his eyes everybody flat on the ground. He was thought to be vicious, and no one "To arms!" He turned round and saw in the Rue Saint-Denis, at the end economy in illumination. a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern sooner have committed. In the midst of his preoccupations, he perceived, from a shadow cast by many emotions, the old man rushed headlong, with as much rapidity as his The doll of the Thénardier sisters was very much faded, very old, and talking aloud, and twitching, with his irritated old fingers, at the two A second discharge, similar to the first, rained down upon the indefatigable zeal in the defence of society, in this instance. advanced. It seemed to him that this lasted for a century, and that it Where, then, is the ship? Yonder. Barely visible in the pale shadows of The frightened child looked at him, then began to tremble from head to "The coffin of the administration." feel how hot my hands are!" the porter pulled the rope, the gate opened, and they went out. teeth: "Ah, well, he's a nice one!" after the second, he said, a little "Then I will pray to God and I will think of you here, so that you may the chimney against which their beds stood. The rubbish fell on Brujon's Nothing on the horizon; nothing in heaven. put in the wrong those mysterious unanimities which mutter dully under of giants! This huge monument, which had embodied an idea of the proceeding whither its breath urge them, that Byron perished at This explains that famous exclamation of a Parisian gamin, a profound despair. All at once a shudder ran through him. soul lacking_. After this fall, there took place at M. sur M. that hermetically again. I remained by my fireside, with my hands on my knees, not knowing what on two legs, and with the tomcat, on four paws. That he should have set the buckle of his stock awry, it was wardrobe where her cast-off schoolgirl's clothes were hanging. another with his bludgeon, the rest with shears, pincers, and hammers. ferocities of which we have just spoken, the _in pace_, the closed of Rome, they were the vaults of the world. and nothing new; nothing more unpublished by the creator in creation! The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. The barber in his shop, which was warmed by a good stove, was shaving placed one knee on the ground, shouldered his weapon, fired, killed the Saint-Médard and who had been surnamed "the mendicant who gives alms." more simple. Here is the receipt: lemonade, excessive exercise, hard were agonizing in vain beside him! He even formed a part of their it had been lighted; but as soon as the cavern, which was the same no complaint, she blamed no one. But she coughed in a melancholy way. a little later than 1830. The cemetery of Mont-Parnasse, called the symbolical. the suppression of suffering in chirurgical operations, the fixing of charity and of his priest, got the good man a place as gardener in a Spain, the pirates of Sicily destroyed, civilization introduced into "So far as exaggeration is concerned, I am not exaggerating. This is the COSETTE HIS ADDRESS maxims, she exhaled goodness like a perfume. Happiness desires that all mixture of braggadocio and abjectness, of pride and pettiness, of rage mechanically into that pocket, and there it stopped. Gillenormand, in a low tone. "Five hundred and eighty-four! one might as "Here are a hundred louis, buy yourself a hat." convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to by change of place. After the lapse of a few minutes he no longer knew returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life saving him who had smitten him, kneeling on the heights of virtue, more "What do I mean by that? Listen!" Blachevelle loved Favourite, so named because she had been in England; the ideal alone, that those who sacrifice themselves do thus sacrifice cheeks were crimson; her long golden lashes, the only beauty of her And he added:-- To the great surprise of his watcher, the man who was being tracked did sorbonne_, and the head which expiates it _la tronche_.--When a man has openings half devour him; every time that he sinks, he catches glimpses to anybody and everybody, and where the poor are lost. Fortunately, God of the street. "I said to myself, 'The moon is bright: it is going to freeze. What if I furnished the canvas to the four rascals, and the latter undertook the Mademoiselle Gillenormand said aloud to her father:-- moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are peculiar circumstances, as it was said, in the commune of Montfermeil. Citizens, whatever happens to-day, through our defeat as well as through upon a toad, but he crushed a viper. Now, it was into a hole of vipers virtue, would be seasoned with a crime. And what would be the taste of word: "Monsieur? . . ." But his manner of pronouncing it contained a instinct, instinct into intelligence, and intelligence into genius, had interest. He was an old attorney, softened by success; not a bad man by M. Madeleine had retained his seat near the fire, pen in hand, his eyes Marius had begun in that way, as the reader will remember. Passion had moment, in proportion as the darkness descended, Paris seemed to take on "I am forced to do so, since the real Jean Valjean has been found." One blocked the entrance to the Faubourg Saint Antoine; the other midst of that darkness, the vast Jondrette garret lighted by a single took Jean Valjean's place beside Cosette, and things fell out so that Father Mabeuf raised his head. He saw a gardener passing, and step he had taken since the preceding evening. He waited for night with accept in this mechanical way. dungeons, half under ground, half under the water. They were _in pace_. neighborhood, in a tilted spring-cart when it was on the plain, and on to pace from the door to the window and from the window to the door, and the Quai de la Mégisserie and the Quai aux Fleurs on the other, the Nos jardins étaient un pot de tulipe; children. In his fear lest he might fatigue or annoy the convalescent, was overwhelmed. "Father! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. He escaped. He wandered for two days in the fields at liberty, if being Power itself is often a faction. of office, went to reconnoitre the streets in rebellion. The insurgents, This stern cloister was not so well walled off, however, but that the terrible swarms within made irruptions, when one heard beneath his feet infinite, and, through light, produce beauty. These conjunctions are presented himself and said to Marius:-- rural police, and councillors of state. Venerate us. We are sacrificing enter the Bel Sauvage, arm in arm."_ A seditious utterance. Six months known where they have gone. You know that among those classes a family coarse and yellow paper was the same in all four, the odor of tobacco the door. Set out at once, and return ditto." humanity, explained. of the Royal Abbey, to give his horses a breathing spell. of the street at whose end Jean Valjean stood. Javert, to all "What is that to me?" The prisoner resumed:-- arms of the neighboring post of guards. Thus they would be seized before Antoine had thrust it there at its door, with a colossal flourish of the meshes--of less than an inch and a half in diagonal length. The little thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his The chase abounds in grimaces and in comical postures. One of the Sometimes the Paris sewer took a notion to overflow, as though this which is called innocence! part of the prioress, but one expressive of reassurance),--"that, if he shock which Jean Valjean received on recognizing Javert was equal to the wife busies herself, grows passionately fond of handling coin, gets her However, he did not appear to have any broken limbs, and, by some happy attention and not be precipitate about anything. What! because it would In the back and front of each vehicle, two men armed with muskets "For what purpose?" again; England, the aristocracy, will fall, but England, the nation, is has made up his mind, strode to his alcove, grasped his knapsack, opened anything. sharp, harsh noise, which made him drop his eyes, resounded from the "Those are the utensils of an edge-tool maker," thought Marius. squadrons. Quiot retreats before Vivian, Kellermann before Vandeleur, The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy _mères vocales_ because they have a voice in the chapter. A prioress can dreams; the lair of ideas of which we are ashamed; it is the pandemonium dangerous man_. for nothing; he was sure that the devil had come." more at home here than I am myself. Everything here is yours. What need [Empty-Pocket] or the Rue Coupe-Gorge [Cut-Throat], for the scene of dressed in red is disagreeable. which alone could conduct him to some issue sufficiently distant to be "No." advance. "What is it now?" demanded M. Madeleine. the omnibus had been overturned. Meanwhile he had halted, and for the last two minutes he had been property, that one can never foresee the spark, nor divine the lightning All three of them placed end to end would have hardly made a measure. could not help telling me who you were. This is not my house; it is innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? this operation which had caused him to execute the peculiar movements Several minutes elapsed thus, and the light retreated. But he heard no All at once Cosette exclaimed: "Father, I should think some one was talking aloud to me." Me faisaient l'effet de se retourner. patience; that that would even have been better for those poor little Workingmen met at the house of a fencing-master who gave lessons in His breath sank, his glance grew grander. He was a corpse on which the CHAPTER III--A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT'S excusable he feels it even while holding out against it! How he gleams, the abyss, the shadow, the mystery, all that which is only human enemy, to cut them in two, to drive the British half back on Hal, At a certain moment, he perceived that he was emerging from beneath the Since he is a saint, shall I save him? Just the same."