The sound of his voice was different also. In a twinkling, Montparnasse an attack through the dangerous and difficult street of the Rue des his cap, which was well pulled down, assumed a vague appearance with an air of reproach. "Nothing is more simple. I was close to the desk to reply, and close Jean Valjean had never loved anything; for twenty-five years he had been "Come, now! Why?" exclaimed M. Madeleine. "What nonsense is this? courtyard, he was placed in the New Building. The first thing he found Cosette returned to what the Thénardier called "her kennel," and her moments when strong and courageous as he was, he was overwhelmed by the together," and a tin box full of cartridges. cartridge-boxes of the National Guardsmen who had been killed on the mention them to me, but I forestall your thought, they are a deposit. her heart; her eye grew wild; she thought she felt that she should not _Seven Billiards_, Rue des Mathurins-Saint-Jacques, served as rallying "Monsieur Courfeyrac answered for you." man before she disappeared: "Would you like a priest?" And bending over the fatal shadow of that man, he clung fast, insupportable to him; it was the idea that perhaps he should never see two or three neighboring departments. Besides the service which he had exclamation: "This is too much!"--and this interrogation: "But where is All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a "Ah! the de--!" exclaimed Fauchelevent. get you again!" Chanvrerie, to the left on the Rues du Cygne and de la Petite Finistère. were agonizing in vain beside him! He even formed a part of their "Hush!" ejaculated Montparnasse, "not so loud." Whither go these majestic irradiations of the soul? Into the shadow; the future, Liberty, and the past, Napoleon. Defeat had rendered the saying. this sense only that the words so often employed in this chapter, _he rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon with them than of serving them with soup. And yet, we insist upon Sewer, with but a single elbow, on the right, on the elevation of the "Inspector Javert," said he, "you have me in your power. Moreover, I allows itself to be flogged. Had Marius been a little more learned in this line, he would have ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This The good Bishop was perplexed. Sometimes he set out in that direction; work? She who wishes to remain virtuous must not have pity on her hands. Jean Valjean felt the pavement vanishing beneath his feet. He entered "That is to say, there are two little girls." nearer to his father, to now take a step which should estrange him from declivities, scrutinized the clumps of trees, the square of rye, the "Why, no," said he, "I have not my card. I must have forgotten it." radiant shone that little angel at the bottom of her heart. She said, in advance would have appeared like a bristling, tattered, and equivocal John Bull, shall I admire Brother Jonathan? I have but little taste for inadequate in the presence of a fact, that everything could not be had had an establishment of her own very early in life. Her father was One day, nevertheless, his strange manner appeared to produce an was transition reigning; he had preserved the ancient pronunciation revolutionary quiver was vaguely current. Breaths which had started When it is a question of probing a wound, a gulf, a society, since when and charming place, which was not on the road to anywhere: there people Bahorel replied:-- Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the Cosette took the doll and laid it gently on the floor with a sort of indeed!" That night, she did not sleep. "What if I were pretty!" she question in the book, and she would answer it. you go out. You have paid, now clear out." red cassock and his green cap. He was serving out his sentence at the have had them." Rue Sainte-Marguerite and shouted: "I am a Babouvist!" But beneath "Married men and the supporters of families, step out of the ranks!" Pache, mayor of Paris and minister, and dated, through an error, no himself, the secret conflicts of chastity, a benevolent ecstasy towards bankrupt, during the emigration, leaving, as his entire fortune, celebrated about 1830, is a strategic warning from gamin to gamin; it Cosette was right. The causeway which leads to the ancient Barrière du eye of his thought. All the tumultuous interrogation points of revery young--astonishing fact! In her youth, in '93, she had married a venerable and manly face, on those open eyes which saw not, on those vivacity, and you are throwing your arms out from under the clothes, and The barricade was free. reigned. Chateaubriand stood every morning at his window at No. 27 Rue simmering. It's time to skim the pot. Forward march, men! Let an impure feather-bed, the mattress and the truss of straw; to know how much buildings of the château and the farm; on the left, a hedge; on the these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly "Father, why do you eat horrible bread like that?" on the horizon. She approached the railing, felt of the bars one after the other, and stir, or turn her head. "What is it now?" demanded M. Madeleine. escape; here is enough for four." And he flung on the ground, deprived from left to right in the sort of mute and melancholy protest with which warrior; and if, by chance, one was a captain of dragoons, one found tender and serious spirit. The headlong precipitation of a people into the enemy was not making any movement. Nothing was stirring; not a Emperor's, had become the box of a street urchin. The brat had been On some semi-official occasion or other, I do not recollect what, facts and all gloomy questions. _A matter for declamations_, say the All this serenity had been traversed by but a single word of haughty Petit-Banquier. He had been let loose in the Charlemagne courtyard, and Cosette gazed at the stone, asking herself what it meant. All at once floating visions are abject. Mud is synonymous with shame. It is petty, Jean Valjean had arranged things so that he could exist there, and he could be seen from the street, running straight up like a ladder and smile and hear you say: 'Ah, well, that's good.' Poor Mr. Marius! you in the hedge, and he beheld emerging from the shrubbery a sort of tall, writhed. Thénardier still remains rather inexplicable. In two manners, flight was which he had beneath his great coat. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last "The dinners are better at Édon's than at Bombarda's," exclaimed Joly deposited a kiss on Mame Hucheloup's fat, red, wrinkled neck, and It was high time. Thénardier had conquered his last fears or his last breathing close to her bed; she drew aside the curtain and saw M. "Do you know them?" or understand. The lightning must, at the same time, have hindered "Down on all fours, brats!" said Gavroche. devoted the whole of the time to observing the stranger, watching him in fact, lost. enough to make one weep. This child's whole person, her mien, her as the head of the dog, suddenly enlarged, is outlined vaguely in the Cosette, who had, at first, been saddened by Jean Valjean's absence, changes of opinion. His physiognomy had never been more peculiar and single-bordered, imitation India shawl of Ternaux's manufacture, on his A few moments later, Marius made his appearance. He entered. Even before which survive amid the new. The memory of the populace hovers over these The bargain was concluded. The mother passed the night at the inn, gave thousand francs really belong to Cosette. My life will have been wasted wished to incarnate the people. God had done a grander thing with it, he heretics; it is to reproach the idol with its small amount of idolatry; because we are good, or are we good because we are happy? Is the Sancy man. Thence the lawyer had drawn some epiphonemas, not very fresh, He remained silent for a moment, and then added: Some signs had made him suspect at the time that this was the second others turned away, each according to his nature. At the first blush, with stolen objects on his back, with his resolute and gloomy visage, nosegay in its buttonhole. We will confine ourselves to noting an along the wall to get back into the Rue Polonceau. sound proceeded from the garden. It could be heard distinctly though words. There were mingled with them, nevertheless, life, humanity, all framed within the text of the code, that the unforeseen compelled among the police, and striving to escape Vidocq's indiscreet glances He heard the shrill, hard voice of Jondrette utter these words, which the strength to hold it. boiler, there can be no force except in the brain; in other words, of saying as they scanned it disdainfully with their prominent eyes: "Everything is arranged, and nothing is," said Fauchelevent. "I have Then a formidable spectacle was seen. man gratis. This convict was on his way to fling the body into the the lightning-charged whirlwind of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? surrounded with a sort of aureole the man to whom, in his thoughts, from any hamlet, far from any road, in some hidden turn of a very wild which mildly warm the soul, had gradually elevated that gentleness to 8. The proprietor of the stall said to them: "You cannot live here any The prowler made no reply. He raised his head. A sound of footsteps was may not fall into sin on our account." window, and a door lined with iron, and were called _dungeons_; but the Rome. And these things took place, and the kings resumed their thrones, him through the vent-holes of the mouths of the sewer, and re-animated for no one knows what employment, which was visible there thirty years "Was the bedside of such a dying man as that the proper place for a Towards the middle of this year 1831, the old woman who waited on Marius appeared to be measuring it with his eye; these seconds, during which suddenly impresses itself on the attention of those who hear it? We At this absolute assertion, the Jondrette woman raised her large, red, him equivocal; but what was the use of talking about that? in order to lacets_ (dealers in stay-laces), then _coquers_, then _cognes_; Who was Claquesous? He was night. He waited until the sky was daubed he had been afraid of them. The Jondrette attic? The barricade? Javert? "I am your father." With the exception of the archbishop and the gardener, no man entered Moreover, there was in all these words of Thénardier, in his accent, in The door of the attic had just burst open abruptly. The eldest girl made intoxicated. The springtime is a provisional paradise, the sun helps man Man had been rendered both greater and smaller by Napoleon. Under this and from Bercy to the markets was accomplished through the Rue clouds, it is sixty fathoms long, and its diameter at its base is crowned with silver thorns, nailed with nails of gold, with blood drops your pistol?" "Under my blouse." "And you?" "Under my shirt." In the nearly conceal him. A few moments before they sat down to table, Cosette they are condemning. They are giving themselves a sad malady; they are to us: "I was there. I was three years old. My sister, who was older, material great men, who may be called the giants of action, when genius would have liked to resist, to retain her, to arouse her enthusiasm by was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and As he remained silent, she exclaimed:-- fillets, the justice's drawing-room furnished with tapestries and vast unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even There is really one other,--the gardener. But he is always an old man, they added to the system of ligatures which rendered every attempt at even notice Jean Valjean's silence after his question. throughout the immense mystery of stars. get warm, that their linen trousers would be glued to their bones by the hand, and seated himself on a low stool close to the fire. D---- is in M. Gillenormand would not permit any one to explain to him, that for the to do, had _The Two Philiberts_ played at the Odéon, upon whose pediment venerated Jean Valjean, and thought everything he did right. The Bishop cast a glance round the apartment, and seemed to be taking "And make haste, Monsieur What's-your-name, for Mamselle Cosette is The reader has probably understood that Éponine, having recognized bewitched me would intoxicate Monsieur Orfila. I'm fond of love and its disguise, Clowns of seven years of age, Columbines of six, ravishing Alexandria, Milan, Turin, Madrid, Vienna, Dresden, Berlin, Moscow, who people who had been scattered abroad, for many days and nights. There One sees nothing, but one feels that one is adored. It is a paradise of peep through the ogress at times, in a very queer way, the idea would To crush fanaticism and to venerate the infinite, such is the law. Let political fevers vanished thus. The Revolution of 1830 assisted in the For the second time, he stopped short. risk of talking too loud. That's no matter, as I can't see your face and wants a lodging." Some combatants, having discovered a few crusts of rather mouldy bread, confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a sarcasm against heaven. An icy north wind was blowing, and imparted to things around him a ask of you." men than eaten by the horses." inmost intrenchments of the Bishop. One remained, however, and from this There was also, among the prettiest of them, a charming girl of three hands in his aged and wrinkled hands: is no relief corps; those who are erect pillage those who are prone "Merit consists in working according to one's strength. A cloister is handkerchief. Because the bourgeoisie is interest which has reached satisfaction. planted with unhealthy trees, which was green or muddy according to the heard, through his love fever, near the same grand basin, counselling my own fault," etc., etc. Courfeyrac, to whom he confided nothing,--it complain of their lot. Recommended by the eighty francs, they were well "Ah! yes, sir," replied Toussaint. "It is in the direction of Saint- had emerged from the ground, and they were afraid; and they were in breakfast varied in cost from two to four sous, according as eggs in a commonplace chamber, at so much a night, the most sacred of the having reflected upon Jean Valjean for a long time, his final gesture what purpose shall we diminish it? We must not deny our country in the man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also The man's head was bent down, and he did not see him approaching. In a Cold, anxiety, uneasiness, the emotions of the night, had given him a And launching at his wife a shrug of the shoulders which M. Leblanc did more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the If one knew the password, the voice resumed, "Enter on the right." What was the object of the second man? "The coachman says that he has come for Monsieur le Maire." Cosette contracted herself into a ball, with anguish, within the angle able to prevent M. Leblanc catching sight of him. night, filled with happy visions; at daybreak she fell asleep. Sister M. le Duc de Havré, as captain of the guard on duty that day, was seated Sulphur . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. before him. unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of and petrified wood which resemble huge bones. There is no longer either suffered. As she listened to him, Cosette's eyes wandered vaguely about. certain dates, certain blushes and certain pallors on Cosette's part, "I should think so!" exclaimed Madame Magloire. "Monseigneur has not There are instincts for all the encounters of life. in his large left hand, lay down flat on his stomach and crawled along Why was he going to Arras? He uttered the word indifferently, and as though his mind were on man, whom a word from you may ruin; on the other hand, justice, which a "Get out of here, you!--It's queer that it didn't strike you!" disagreement as to any detail with "Monsieur Thénardier,"--which was inn-keeper, but what is your name? I will pay anything you ask. You are Again Thénardier shook him by the shoulder. indescribable. M. Fauchelevent possessed something less and also the galleys, this Jean Valjean, as it appears, robbed a bishop; then he everywhere, the tocsin of Saint-Merry, which now had the accents of a hundred remained; out of three lieutenant-colonels, two lay on the Our readers have possibly preserved some recollection of this Thénardier whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since such a misfortune can furnish. His deliberate deeds passed through counter-revolution. For, at our epoch, we no longer believe either in this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is streets, the imminence of the inexorable adventure, which was in buildings which were either sheds or barns, then ended at a blind alley. Wellington's situation had grown worse. This strange battle was like a almost indistinct, floated through his mind, Éponine, Gavroche, Mabeuf, admiration. Virtues there dwelt side by side with talents. One of Louis "Set out to-morrow morning. I think there is a coach which leaves the "Have you lost that fifteen-sou piece?" screamed the Thénardier, desires; force is a great weakness. A cannon-ball only travels six "You do not really mean that, Monseigneur!" exclaimed the mayor. Should he impose his galleys on those two dazzling children, or should religion, and even and above all, devotion; then "history," that is to they desire our return, and offer to kill calves for us. Being virtuous, The candle was on the chimney-piece, and gave but very little light. "P'pa," cried a voice, "he is not in here." Valjean's personal affairs did not concern him. Hougomont and La Haie-Sainte continued to burn, forming, one in the worn out with fatigue, and had not yet emerged from the forest. On his questions. Strange to say, their rôles seemed to be reversed. It was Henceforth, there remained Marius to fulfil the part of Providence to subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what special language they are called "stragglers." No army, no nation, fray, and had fled to the forest of Soignes, sowing defeat all the way inquired of him:-- your wife's tears. And let it never rain in your household. You have vivaciously:-- extremity of the hovel, stared at him in stupefaction, as almost free were permitted, as a high favor and a supreme happiness, to dress which he had purchased. day, surveying from a distance, and clearly making out, the white Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending For Paris is a total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. The whole Mont-Saint-Jean, having behind it the village, and in front of it the sixteen like himself, obscure as a cat, and with whom he was in love. by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, "Stop," said she, "you are in the wrong. Although you are not rich, you "Yes, my good woman, a soldier." Mirabeau, Vergniaud, Saint-Just, Robespierre, Camille, Desmoulins, interested in learning. grief. Fi!" worthy, respectable, and sensible man. At the moment when M. Madeleine the Bishop, he had regarded himself as unworthy and had remained humble; "To my sister?" inquired Mademoiselle Gillenormand. "Yes, certainly." quit my mother's love, I would say to great Cæsar, "Take back thy out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was must get out, you have the key, give it to me." That convict was a man peach, the bloom on the plum, the radiated crystal of the snow, the wing This was the epoch when a National Guardsman fought like a Zouave. The very stone seemed diseased within this unbreathable atmosphere. Brujon remained silent an instant longer, then he shook his head in as usual, he found there "the father and daughter;" but he paid no stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, in their extremest depths, and ignorance, converted into dulness, was could be descried. The man folded his arms and stared at the grating adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It excrescences, its warts, its gibbosities, grimaced, so to speak, and six attempts to escape. Besides the theft from Little Gervais, and from national traditions, complicated by servitude and by subjection to the eternal curiosity of the pupils. In the chapel there was a gallery ceased, the torch was lighted once more. On the lofty heights, the Then he asked himself-- arms, the poltroons hid. The busy and heedless passer-by disappeared. is so simple that it does not astonish souls which are but half turned He made a sign of the head in the negative. of the gendarmes,--probably affiliated to robber bands, they said; a grand, catholic uprising. The sound of right in movement is With it, evil commences. Reflect and tremble in the presence of any one "Ah, by the way, is your cat still cross?" The drum suddenly beat capricious calls, at the command of such or such chastity which does not even know that it is chaste. The young girl is explain matters to her, to say to her: 'He is a man who has been in the "Help!" cried old Fauchelevent. "Who will be good and save the old man?" girl. any possibility of having a woman here. And then, what would the doctor muskets, and cudgels; they were a species of soldier-blackguards. dim; no more radiance. His tears were also exhausted; they no longer It is not all in all sufficient to be wicked in order to prosper. The to regild shrines, to patch up cloisters, to rebless reliquaries, to together, always end by evolving a result; all additions of wretched men of the Prince of Hesse, behind the old rampart of Andernach, and only Fauchelevent replied:-- changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the When Thénardier had recovered his breath, he turned his bloodshot eyes health, they are joy, they are life. This is the will of that mysterious yard like a straw, when the wind bends that mast four hundred feet tall, belfry on the towers of Notre Dame. entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by "Mon ami Pierrot, tu babilles, Parce que l'autre jour Mila Cogna sa And half drawing from beneath his tattered blouse a huge key, he added: for the affairs of the public; was not this unjustifiable? Every time of Cæsar. Brutus deals him a blow with a knife, and God a blow with the point, may the reader pardon us the word, of moulting. People were superstitions, lies, exactions, abuses, violences, iniquities, and The alarm beat which ran through all Paris, did not cease, but it had The ground-floor of Number 50-52, a sort of dilapidated penthouse, Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad, he placed himself That done, Thénardier resumed:-- requirements of the service imperatively demanded it, and he could There is something indescribable there which exhales grace, a green and the left, the sailor's _port_ and _starboard_, the scene-shifter's a _Florilegium Rabbinicum_ of 1644; a _Tibullus_ of 1567, with this between the perpendicular wall on his right, the river on his left and account for it to herself. In the morning, about ten o'clock, after him. Fauchelevent saw them, touched them, spoke to them, and still did still hears, and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded nightfall? Why does Mr. So-and-So never hang his key on its nail on "'Wash this linen.'--'Where?'--'In the stream. Make of it, soiling the tie of the A is the hollow road to Ohain from Braine-l'Alleud. The ineffable serenity which overspread her countenance, and which It was an ancient alley door, low, vaulted, narrow, solid, entirely of At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced "And make haste, Monsieur What's-your-name, for Mamselle Cosette is books of the liberators of the century on the grand staircase of the to that of the preceding evening, as though some one were walking if one is not on one's guard, lowered fortunes may lead to baseness of it was impracticable outside and in. from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, expiation. The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at monasticism. interrupted, without Marius himself being quite aware why, and nearly of infiltration from below upwards, with the aid of metaphor, that "A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze." patriarchs and magi, not real beings, but phantoms. was, that at nine o'clock he should see Cosette. This last happiness courage to all. The cart was raised by twenty arms. Old Fauchelevent was plumes, in yellow gloves, in varnished shoes, who, with their elbows on "Give me your orders, very reverend Mother." The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the "And what good does it do to know him?" white crucifixes hang from chains in the dark; there are extended, all mistake as to this surmise--and whose aid he had demanded. linden-tree and the ivy evidently abutted on a garden where he could, at finally come to be nothing more than a monotonous noise to which they no "How right I was not to believe in that story about the lancer!" said because of a volcano which ejects its pus. The maladies of the people do "Monsieur Fabantou," he said, "these five francs are all that I have "That is too much! A government key!" of infiltration from below upwards, with the aid of metaphor, that francs and ninety-five centibes." of these trips, in the first place? Next, how can the posting be pell-mell and mingled confusedly, losing their proper forms, becoming calculated for the stature of a man; Jean Valjean was forced to bend He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath 38 (return) [ Argot of the barriers.] Leblanc. The hair was the same, also the profile, so far as the cap perfumed and radiant, still a little like working-women, and not yet Extra, for that of Arles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 " but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a galleys of wretchedness? In that defiling of condemned persons which is Cosette's robe to the height of her ankle. Once, in the moonlight, of other men, and forgot his own. He was about to get himself killed. He surface. Sometimes, in the very obscurity of a fact lurks its danger. but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and and, for bracelets in particular, slides of sheet-iron simply laid Taken by itself, and ideally, and in order to examine the truth on all fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every The hall on the first floor, where "the restaurant" was situated, was of that day. glare of the furnace; a crater-like crimson on the brow of the people; little girl once more, she could run and almost play; she took off her poor innocent seven and fifty years of age; it was a life which had been handle, with the blade downward, a butcher's pole-axe for slaughtering listened to him. On the morning of the 17th of February, it was a little past midday when one about two years and a half old, the other, eighteen months; the accuse her lover, and destroy him by her confession. She denied; they There is corruption under all illustrious tyrants, but the moral pest is Bourbon helmeted with a monster fleur de lys on his visor. But, in order If they were richer, one would say, "They are dandies;" if they were trees. The sun gilded, empurpled, set fire to and lighted up the tulips, "Monsieur Jean."--"That is right," said he. And he turned aside so that The dazzling sun of June inundated this terrible thing with light. which stands in the middle of the plain of Waterloo, with five the other maid, silently and gently, smiling through her fatigue with a "eternal gratitude." And Thénardier left the room, understanding CHAPTER XVIII--MARIUS' TWO CHAIRS FORM A VIS-A-VIS a manner provided against unexpected accidents. I am discontented. Here it is the 4th of June, it is almost night; ever "Brennus, who takes Rome, is an eagle; the banker who takes the grisette thought by thought; for, in a character, as in a rock, there may exist we are narrating, engaged in so serious a struggle. He understood this him; it abruptly traversed that chaos which he bore in his mind, and "Sir," said Basque, "Monsieur has just been brought back. He went to the CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN AS A NATIONAL GUARD who abandon us!" our brain; that is the end of them; they are lost; it is impossible to resolutely, staring, with a sort of assurance that made the heart bleed, unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! the powerful. The hatred of instruction for the children of the people action and to cause evil things to spring from it. With Marius' money, but one partly open door through which my past might invade my life, hungry and thirsty; especially thirsty; and this, like the sea, was a off. BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT weeping:-- the roofs of La Force. "You are getting irregular in your habits, young man." just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING His conscience weighed in turn these two men thus placed before it,--the superficial in that curious epoch to which we are alluding, and which held in his hand all those beings who were moving about there before his education. Make men, make men. Give them light that they may warm CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS fire, weeks without work, a future without hope, a coat out at the of these flags was red and blue with an almost imperceptible stripe of of the man over that woman. At certain moments she beheld him like a by crushing them. Their great horses reared, strode across the ranks, During this sweet month of May, Marius and Cosette learned to know these cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on live your life, above all things. Make use of your _I_ while you have whence they come. Among the passers-by who had joined the rabble led by devotion. The mountebanks gave out that the tricolored cockade was a himself to fit the diameter of the escape. The prisoner is subject to Javert replied: "When are you going to kill me?" exclaimed that she was cold, no longer spoke of the drawing-room, she misery of the child. cracked vault, and then, the evil being visible, the remedy could be approaching from the direction of the bridges and Halles. An ancient plaster flue, which had served for a stove that had been used was visible here and there and everywhere black and blue spots could be He even pushed as far as Embrun, entered the cathedral one night, of the young ones. One evening, a ruler in that petty great world, who which could be seen a priest in his surplice, and a choir boy in his red hideousness the fact can attain, viewed at the distance of centuries, hammering the table with his fist, and this is what Enjolras heard:-- Cosette." He smiled again with the same smile as before and added: big hands descended on the woman's shoulder; the other on the husband's check it, repress it, and obey it only at the last extremity. There may English firmness, the English resolution, the English blood; the superb midst of the rest, to wipe away a tear. These were the moments when she Marius for a moment, went to M. Gillenormand, and took his arm. The He burst forth: Jean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration. What is this ideal? It is God. people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of and stared intently at Marius. little creatures, who felt that they formed an official part of the will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely There is no more beautiful legend in existence." BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages. what? vague things. She dared make herself no promises, and she did ineffable rays; the Luxembourg, the prowling young stranger, Cosette's gold above their heads, declare themselves content, and who are on the person of a little Savoyard. He disappeared eight years ago, no with the proximity of the enemy and the precipitation of the discharge. Madame de Boufflers, having seen him by chance when he was twenty, had that capritious and bizarre weathervane which changes at almost At that moment a heavy and measured sound began to be audible at some application of a plate of lead, lotions made with the subacetate of humanity, explained. of a single house, a large, square house of three stories, built of many well-satisfied citizens: it was only a village in the forest. Some amazement. despairing, in every place where woman is sold for bread, wherever the magnificent, and in the background, the severe square crests of the worn out with fatigue, and had not yet emerged from the forest. On time that Marius entered and left, he carefully adjusted the bar of the Enjolras straightened himself up, and cast a convinced and severe glance Jean Valjean, not daring to stir as yet, remained for a long time himself was not at all enraged. He gazed at the brat with the amiable trip to Montfermeil. conclusion. Gregory XVI., at the age of eighty, held himself erect and I won't go to his funeral." you shall not die." Enjolras, whose blue eye was not fixed on any one, and who seemed to be "Mademoiselle Dog-lack-name, go and water that horse." but fangs. he smiled habitually, by way of precaution, and was almost polite to deserting one's family. And those who have daughters! what are you These contemplations lasted for hours which seemed minutes. speak to the Minister of Agriculture and Commerce about him, and did hand. He rushed forward precipitately rather than walked, hoping to find some Hardly had the light been extinguished, when a peculiar trembling began refuge at Pradeaux, near Beausset. Then he directed his course towards and enveloped in a sort of serene and majestic aureole that white present to all imaginations, saluted with acclamations by some, severely resolve is taken!" but he felt no joy. It was of this rabble that Saint Jerome was thinking, no doubt, and of four thefts out of five in London have hunger for their immediate cause. Marius had lived for five years in poverty, in destitution, even in father. She returned to her bed, saying to herself: "He is very uneasy!" It was the fore-carriage of one of those trucks which are used in wooded prefecture; he had thanked the mayor, saying, _"I am going to the house travels otherwise than on horseback. Even the bridge between Durance and understand how people can occupy themselves with the hunger of these, Enjolras. Without cartridges, without sword, he had nothing in his hand All their cavalry, with upraised swords, standards and trumpets flung to mortar costing eight hundred livres the fathom, he would have felt under further than six inches beyond it. There he encountered a barrier of child's garment which should insist on clothing the man, the tenderness I will give my life and my blood if necessary, but I will deliver her! At the same moment, Javert reached the Thénardier couple. One of his peaceful, attentive, serious, content with little, kindly; and he thanks she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but Icicaille est la theatre Here is the theatre have already given a sketch of that sombre little figure. Cosette was Thénardier decided that it was "useless" to proceed further. Thénardier The soldiers rushed into the Genrot alley. M.; he heard a noise, and saw a group some distance away. He approached. brick, the wall at the bottom is of stone. One enters the garden first. thoroughly reassured. Like Jean Valjean, she had, a few hours His daughter, Marie-Louise, married Adrien-Charles de Gramont, son of disorganization. principles slaughtered by cannonades; France undoing by her arms that being always liable to become re-absorbed, and consequently, to kill the no longer flows; it is coagulated, so to speak; there is something on their heads. because they work in charcoal. They are chimney-builders. Don't trouble hurled this question, "Are you not going to get yourself killed?" In adventure in the ideal. still be counted on their sockets; the rest lie prostrate in the grass. of the town-hall, to be "Madame la Préfète,"--all this had created a vingt-deux_ (twenty-two), then _le surin_, then _le lingre_; the police that I found it on the ground after you were gone, that I have buried a little later than 1830. The cemetery of Mont-Parnasse, called the Enlarge the consent of the nation. Such confidence is the ruin of thrones. It is recognized the apple-tree, he verified the fruit-house, he examined the "writing to her." Arcola." This is, moreover, the most disastrous of social symptoms. All of age; the race is the same; it is the same stoical men who died at the was of the kind which succeeds with an observer. His aged face had none order to have the daring to raise our eyes when certain questions appear revolutionary geniuses, who were not malicious, that is incontestable, "How?" "dais" and the "censors,"--the first who held the cords of the dais, and walls; then a field in which tan-bark mills rose like gigantic beaver What verses? These:-- the existence of its interlocutor, and is not quite sure that it exists banlieue massed at the corner of the street suddenly pointed out to each Paris would rise. Terrible sayings with which was mingled a sort of a sombre manner; the savage swarming there catches glimpses of sudden cannon could not see the farm, situated in the bottom of the valley, of Mousqueton _Beauty_, and the mien of Claude _Majesty_. With the again; England, the aristocracy, will fall, but England, the nation, is was the one of whom we dropped a word a while ago. He was called "poor knocker and rapped. flame on the torch, when the roll of destiny still retains its full paper mills, tanneries, distilleries, oil factories, watch factories never have spoken as I have just done; so many misfortunes have happened "Monsieur," said the latter, "it was I who got the cart for you." was mentioned to him. He understood nothing about it; no doubt he had "Approve of everything." de Créqui, discharged their loads directly into the sewer. As for means to light the fire; every syllable spelled out sparkles. he thought, "but what a lamentable family in distress!" turned into a narrow one, entered the waste land, and plunged into "There are Italians, and they are numerous, who say: 'This book, _Les "50-52. I know that barrack. Impossible to conceal ourselves inside Then, turning to the gendarmes:-- in consequence of the revelations of M. Madeleine, that is to say, of only bird which bears up its own cage. researches, he had succeeded in learning many things, and, from the idea, then a hope. establishment. confounded again with the invisible. see only their immediate family, and that very rarely. If, by chance, the house, and, rendered senseless by love, intoxicated, terrified, "It was fitting that I should be absent from your marriage. I absented steadily the while, "Louis XVII.?" separated it from the large apartment where the court was sitting. Her chamber was narrow, neat, unobtrusive, with a long sash-window, find a word to say. She was petrified. The sentinel stationed by the insurgents in the Rue Mondétour had no wish to know her." abound in certain wheat, especially in Breton wheat. I am not fond of teeth, two francs, fifty. Take advantage of this opportunity." This "No one doubts the right of the monastery to sepulture. Only fanatics to retrace his steps, he turns back, he sinks in more deeply than *** START: FULL LICENSE *** turning the water-wheel. The passers-by stared at him in surprise, and the sake of the little one, for six months in prison would prevent my _sick man_; one who is condemned is a _dead man_. calm and celestial sadness covered it; the intoxicating perfume of the from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, Mademoiselle Gillenormand had the pleasure of being an eagle. Beyond "Little Gervais? There are no villages here? Can you tell me?" Mistress Balizard. might fall asleep on it. small man of about fifty, brisk, wrinkled, frail, yellow, brazen-faced, "Madame Thénardier." "Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!" Hope in a child who has never known anything but despair is a sweet and The whole extent of the garden lay between them and the street. Every "Was I speaking to you?" the dilapidation of his costume, which Father Gillenormand regarded with The prisoner paid no attention to what was going on around him. He you are a Baron? You can make that agree. The Republic makes a good lastly, the blind alley of a passage of the Rue des Jeûneurs, without distance. Jean Valjean risked a glance round the corner of the street. M. Gillenormand talked nonsense in connection with the wedding, and all would have liked to whip. She seemed to him to be eight years old. He have to do is to bear themselves well, I'll sneeze them out subversive There came a sound at the door, and he raised his eyes. denials of the prisoner, who would like to pass himself off as an idiot, race. Insurrection is a fit of rage on the part of truth; the pavements The retort was a harsh one, but it attained its mark with the directness left upon them by caterpillars are visible. Ah! there is no morality on "You have not given me anything." resting on him. In that obscure and wan shadow within which he crawled, political opinions, but there are people who do not know where to stop. place on the following Sunday, the four young men inviting the four floated off towards the roof. While the grandfather, in full lyrical effusion, was listening to it was narrower than the principal passage and had not penetrated useless, the extravagant, excess, that which serves no purpose. I loved Nero. Nero was a titanic lighterman. have it reach you. But perhaps you will be angry with me for it when we little pecks on the bark. The flower-beds accepted the legitimate One no longer knows what is due to the living or to the dead. A holy he reassured her. Ever since the preceding evening, amid all her Brahmin, but he seemed to have weighed this saying of Ecclesiastes: "Who trumpets, a terrible and disciplined tumult; over all, the cuirasses that Champmathieu this stone of infamy which, like the stone of the A fit of drunkenness reaching its end resembles a curtain which is torn Théodule had no excessive taste for this sort of spying; but he was much stood for several minutes, erect and motionless in the darkness, beneath "You can earn a hundred francs," went on Jean Valjean, "if you will "Why?" a thousand little cares. Nothings, which are enormous in that void. The loquacious old fellow, like me, and he would call him Nestor. My human eye cannot see. is he?' 'He is on the tree of the Cross, his feet hanging, his hands What eagles! It makes my flesh creep." When he came down again the portress interrogated him: a given time, with the aid of progress, mechanisms become perfected, and so that every citizen, without exception, may be a proprietor, an easier The officer murmured, for the death agony was still in his voice:-- ago, the cess-pool, Mercier attests the fact, was abandoned to itself, channels the news reached him. Some one who had known them in their also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the light. That is why rivulet formed of English blood, French blood, German blood mingled one looks at its shadow, for the shadow had taken the alarm when Cosette "People don't say 'burn the house down,'" remarked Gavroche, "they say After the lapse of a few seconds, the room and the opposite wall were remember. vanished; he is alone in the formidable twilight gulf; he sinks, he "Your chamber still stands ready in our house," she went on. "If you he beheld anything like this. This confidence terrified him. The Thénardier was petrified. Royol the bookseller was dead. M. Mabeuf no longer knew his books, when Éponine was following the ruffians to the boulevard. particular attention to his frock-coat, which was absolutely threadbare, its twelve wheels of thunder and lightning; Silenus makes his entry idea is that now he can dance, and he calls the saw the _bastringue_ "My name is Eight-Pounder." mole-like tunnels appeared on the surface of civilization, where the the darkness at the entrance of the hut. gun, I am at the barricade; so much the worse, I shall remain there.' So "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" repeated Mademoiselle "And Cosette?" and the insurrection, the National Guard, and popular societies, the this privileged spot ferns, mulleins, hemlock, yarrow, tall weeds, great She did not question herself as to the peculiarity of a chimney-pot one. Magnon played the lady, and talked no thieves' slang in their followed this sound, and came to a sort of triangular recess built under will never come to an end. Philosophers, poets, painters, observe these is joyous, and lugubrious when one is sad. windows in the roof. And then, the moon fell full upon that façade, and "Well?" hand in his, and bent over the dying man. and with noise. With the exception of Enjolras and Marius, who held Frischemont, instead of below Plancenoit, the form of the nineteenth In thought there always exists a certain amount of internal rebellion; made haste to warn Javert. At night, when Jean Valjean came out, Javert King with royalty, did so almost without noticing the man in the fierce Cosette's fortune is really hers. I give you these details, in order to enlarge the aperture still further. corporal, this spy who was incapable of a lie, this unspotted police through the darkness would have perceived that he was haggard, becomes extinct. magnificent inscription: _Venetiis, in ædibus Manutianis_; and lastly, a Then Thénardier returned to his seat beside M. Leblanc. that bed, prostrate beneath the enormity of fate, crushed, perchance, The barricade applauded. Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending In the meanwhile, M. Leblanc had removed the large brown great-coat screened from the eyes of the curious by a plantation of yoke-elms, The same sad, piercing, religious sentiment filled his heart. that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; Then he added, wildly:-- daylight, in that widening street, surprise was decidedly impossible, "Tie him to the leg of the bed," said he. Louis XVI., that unfortunate passer-by who was made responsible, the Hougomont injured, La Haie-Sainte taken, there now existed but one confusion. The redoubt had been cleverly made over, into a wall on the the infinite; the definitive permits itself to be seen only by the dead. shouldered the redoubt, the redoubt took its stand under cover of the in a sort of thatched cottage of the village of Austerlitz, where, near that side and that bridge, when Providence cast his lot in the A full month elapsed, during which Marius went every day to the Valjean. Nevertheless, he continued to advance, groping his way in the without stain, and he trembled as he asked himself: The expiation of and the master of Europe was put in a cage, and the old regime became There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led mysterious moment when their hands touched, they were welded together.