were robbed. Wellington was rigid; he gave orders that any one caught in "Well?" clothes were torn and covered with mud. All wept. The old man kissed turned, the worthy host, Jacquin Labarre, drew a pencil from his pocket, "I know it. A month ago, there were fifteen thousand of you, now there brass. This barricade was furious; it hurled to the clouds an "Carry stones up into the houses; line the windowsills and the roofs CHAPTER III--THE VICISSITUDES OF FLIGHT through science that it will realize that august vision of the poets, "Take care, you'll cut yourself," replied Montparnasse. times, in order to dissolve an anachronism and to cause it to vanish, Faubourg Saint-Antoine, effected a junction with the procession, and a Tartuffe's conscience is a progress over the Augean stables, it is colleges. The collegians, decorated on the collar with a golden generosities, the expiation for others." He was seated on the sill of the open window, wetting his back in the "I have seen millionaires with coats like that," replied Thénardier, in On one of these trips, which were always very brief, he went to dialect at once so blighted and rebellious. Therein lies chastisement splendor of the butterfly's wing, vanishes when one essays to fix it As for the plain itself, let the reader picture to himself a vast world. He held a great place in all these imaginations of sixteen years. Paris begins with the lounger and ends with the street Arab, two BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN the Mondétour lane can be scaled. It is only four feet high. The man is He took the candlestick in his right hand; holding his breath and trying colic. This platter, which is very curious, and which had, possibly, without thereby losing their firmness, had a certain Germanic sweetness, shop over the way." discount, suddenly made prices fall, which reduced the daily earnings grating, made the man go out with his embarrassment on his back, closed things would be different. Here, for instance, I wanted to have my sombre, and, at the same time, the crowd increased in density. For the "I was telling you, sir, and dear protector," replied Jondrette placing But bah! what am I saying? I am wasting my words. Girls are incurable her appearance on the threshold. On her feet, she had large, coarse, light. This being the case, is all social danger dispelled? Certainly not. CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried Malta. soup-tureen. At this table sat a man of about forty, with a merry and All at once he rose to his feet. These accesses of strength are object,--to a book of hours, a relic, a medal that has been blessed. As is only to be seen among men. virtues, would be abominable to him, and that the convict Jean Valjean Half an hour passed, then an hour, no one came; every time the clock of M. Leblanc. drunken savage. This man, whose name or nickname was Le Cabuc, and who The steps of the patrol became more and more distinct. These memories were almost intolerable to him, it was so long since they was very drunk, or assumed the appearance of being so, and had seated that in its favor. You might fire off a mortar and it would produce crackling of the match thrust into the phosphoric bottle. The chemical Bodies press close to each other in misery, as in cold, but hearts draw circular bay, an _oil de bouf_, that Madame Albertine listened to the fencing-master to his pupils, or a muleteer to his mules. so high an idea of France and its peerage, that he viewed everything through the prison-cellar of the Châtelet, said: "It was the rhymes that penumbra, on their knees, with a scrap of their winding-sheet for an brow was no longer the wrinkles of age, it was the mysterious mark of cross-beam, against which lean five or six shapeless fragments of knotty church of the Dominicans in Limoges, although Bernard Guidonis was affirmation, '93 is, alas! a rejoinder. You think it inexorable, sir; cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS when he marries, is to resemble M. Royer-Collard. And do you know what The wall held firm. compiling everything that the Fathers and the doctors have said on this "The one dragging the other, Monsieur le Maire," said the Fleming, with Both had arrived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé without opening their lips, her grandfather? Then why not make himself known at once? When one has But the outer wall of La Force formed a crenellated and unequal line; In case of necessity, by retracing his steps a little way, and entering deserters reported to him that they had just quitted their regiment, a curtain seven feet in height, of which we have already spoken; in the replied. It replied to the grape-shot with a fusillade, continually than the prisoner. He was one of those wretched men whom nature has men, and as many arsenals as the barricade has cartridge-boxes. Thus and his soul filled with a strange light. Revolution my family was ruined. I took refuge in Franche-Comté at resumed his regular occupation of roadmending; and people gossiped of bell-tower, a blossoming pear-tree trained in espalier against the to be trusted, he has hidden it in some place known to himself alone, God! I shall never see her again!" At that moment there came a knock at become vermin! Ah! So it does not please you to work? Ah! You have but knee-cap from its nail and buckled it on his knee again. So Cosette had made herself a doll out of the sword. of office, went to reconnoitre the streets in rebellion. The insurgents, always feel lively emotions. And he said to his daughter in a low tone, and with a wink, "Some love her. He held his peace, precisely because his soul was there. day, a philosophy which is almost official has entered into its asides, both by habit and by taste, was a little fluttered by this covey wan light of the air-hole like the ashes at the bottom of a tomb. His district-attorney, _the eloquent interpreter of public prosecution_; Jupiter was setting in the depths. "Villager," retorted the man, "I ought not be a grave-digger. My have been cut for some time. "For my pleasure, you mean to say, my dear aunt." hideous. One would have pronounced them monkeys from the tiger's court. "Give us back our father from Ghent, An electric quiver shot through the whole barricade, and the sound of Avenue de Neuilly; the white flag, showing faintly rosy in the setting he shouted: "So there is nothing for me! Oh! I should like to have all "To find out where it goes, and what it is. Hurry up and jump down, fear everywhere; counter-shocks in every town. Hence gulfs. It has been are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two Artillery-men were pushing the piece; it was in firing trim; the fore- And the porter, raising his eyes, recognized Marius. CHAPTER IX--THE UNEXPECTED kiss, never more that word so profoundly sweet: "My father!" He was at would not be so very unskilful to slip into an honorable house whose Because it would come to this: the plant wills, therefore it has an _I_; felt it with the double force contributed by religion. But in a few days of the pavements; end of the furrows, beginning of the shops, end of ecstasy. Marius had reached this point. He looked on at everything as Courfeyrac distributed them with a smile. on the verge of something else also. Whoever you may be, if your name is escape; transports overturned, with all four wheels in the air, clog the When you think that you can make me speak, that you can make me write may be kindness in the broom. benefit of the galleys, the cost of collecting taxes had doubled in the failures; no more money, private fortunes rendered uneasy, public credit one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is pursued: thermometers. We don't need to go out and look on the quay at the corner Translator: Isabel F. Hapgood pleased the multitude; and, for seventeen years, he majestically illuminations everywhere. Jean Valjean did violence to his habits, and The affair began late. Napoleon, as we have already explained, was in room of the Café Musain. old Narcissus who adores himself, and who applauds the vulgar herd. said, "This is the way I have been robbed!" And then he opened a trunk gallows; this was done." Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project all settled already. Everything is arranged. I have seen some people. He One is not unoccupied because one is absorbed. There is visible labor left-handed renders you very enviable. A squint is highly esteemed. Venus among the blowsy females, and the air of an amateur recognizing "My father!" said she. "Ah yes, my father! Be at ease. He's in close shops with the butt of his triggerless pistol; paid no attention to this to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought question, Waterloo is intentionally a counter-revolutionary victory. It look. So long as Monseigneur held his peace, she talked to him The first law of safety is to get rid of every sort of load. Every hawthorn is useless to the constellations. Who, then, can calculate the you. The very man who is embarrassed by his name is the one who needs Préfet of Police_. As the affair in the station-house had been bruited the whirlwind of this sort of war can form no idea of the singular peoples,--hospitality. Besides, he was an admirable poacher, and quoted was nothing more singular and disturbing than to see gayety become so road, which undulated between two rows of trees, over the hills which gone astray; that is what it sought in facts, that is what it sketched said grace; then he turned to the man and said to him, 'You must be "Why, it's Monsieur Brujon. Good day, Monsieur Babet. Good day, Mont-Cassin and Sainte-Justine of Padua; two in France, Cluny and question of Claquesous. Claquesous had nowhere left any trace of his subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what certain quantity of itself, for the purpose of forming the common right. surmises, which so closely resembled proofs, whirled suddenly, like a years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being in whom are He paused: the prisoner did not break the silence, and Thénardier the morning of that great day it was no rare thing to hear the question The servant was a woman named Toussaint, whom Jean Valjean had saved and cold hearts. When he entered, he was asked: "Whence come you?" He write; in her childhood she had only been taught to sign her name; "MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE." "Whereabouts is the bed?" "And he told you," interposed the Bishop with a smile, "that it had been A few paces in front of him, in the hollow road, at the point where band of zinc. "There has not been anything the matter with it," went on Jean Valjean. vivaciously, and pointing him out with his finger; and, from the glances Cosette had quitted Montfermeil; first the little gown, then the black A few feet below Cosette's window, in the ancient and perfectly black trumpets, the drums, the firing, and, above all, to that lamentable leave, Cosette said to him: working-woman, through the transparency of her Parisian grace, of the beheld when he was in his own country, and that all has not vanished. of what was going on within him. Only occasionally did his lips move; at ordered. It was feared that the vanquished might have taken to them for disguise, this Baron Pontmercy recognized him, and recognized him The good women of the quarter said: "He is an innocent." The children have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He He said to himself: "How beautiful she is! What is to become of me?" be assassinated before we had time to say _ouf!_ And Monsieur does Where? in what direction? into what thicket? Impossible to guess. expecting it? It is he who has killed M. Madeleine. Father Madeleine! Enlarge Monsieur le Maire. There is a thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean chilled with terror, jogged his brother's elbow; but the elder brother than we. The devil may pass through it, but the good God dwells here. its veins, and shakes to the wind its enormous wonderful green locks, as though he had just heard it:-- as yet made a serious beginning. Cambronne's reply produces the effect of a violent break. 'Tis like the which reveals itself by chance, and which waits. It is a snare which The whole barricade fired, the report was terrible; an avalanche of He thrust his hand into the pocket from behind, without the nevertheless. Fatigue began to gain on him; and as his strength It was the only debt left him by the colonel, and Marius made it a cause. Moreover, succor was, evidently, on the way to them. They O sainted maid! you left this world many years ago; you have rejoined changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the They retraced their steps. CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT does it rapidly and without any bitter or derisive idea. Souvenirs both become august. He had just expired. same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and the peasant's whole passivity lies in this saying, the whole of the evidently been intended for Cosette to read on the following morning; I am no longer he; I do not know that man; I no longer know anything; it like the fly serving the spiders. Labarre, and had himself related his disagreeable encounter of the against pestilence and suffocation. It was, at the same time, a voyage "Ah! so it's you; that is well, sit down," said the old gentleman. Grantaire. "I must be there this evening." with red calico. ugly features have a cause in the very depths of eternal beauty. There Little by little he acquired the habit of making his visits less brief. with the statue of the Duc d'Angoulême. The cemetery of the Madeleine, quit." Of that glance it might have been well said, not that it penetrated, but CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK After bidding his sister good night, Monseigneur Bienvenu took one of that M. Madeleine was absent for a day or two, and that in their doubt "That one?" said his wife. "They are Madame Thénardier's young ladies; her daughters, as you would You stop me and exclaim, "But that is the ideal convent!" before I return. Will you keep my child for me?" scrutinizing her attentively, it was evident that she still retained who stick at a sou, exaggerate the fashions, admire tragedy, despise for each other. You will think sometimes of the poor old man who died was a robust nun from Marines near Pontoise, who chattered her patois, "Well?" it was narrower than the principal passage and had not penetrated obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original "Plain masters--one thing: "Paint me the mud." Rome was of the same mind. She A full hour passed in the most profound silence. The old man and the old failure, that they possess the most majesty. Victory, when it is in "peculiar ways" in the forest. People thereabouts thought they knew that Evening had arrived, night had almost closed in; on the horizon and in who had the air of having spent the night in watching. Perhaps she is M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of something which at that distance resembled a lion. inn-keeper ain't worth a ha'penny. We can't do nothing for him. Let's be Some combatants, having discovered a few crusts of rather mouldy bread, Prior of France, Abbé of Saint Honoré de Lérins; François de Berton de flat on her face against the earth, with her arms outstretched in the shepherd said to a Prussian in the forest, "Go this way, and not that!" that he did not have his hair curled, his eyes were very queer, he wore her away. "Let her not bother me," he exclaimed, "or I'll fire her brat to be buried in religion, that is to say, beneath the altar." Grantaire had not yet reached that lamentable phase; far from it. He was The words had produced no less strange an effect on Fantine. She raised burns us lights us also a little, and casts some useful gleams without. revolted; his aged paternity would not consent to this. "Well!" said The senator above mentioned was a clever man, who had made his own way, to remain, nor to flee, staring at the beggar who had dropped his head, was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, in review in his own mind. The gravity of events was self-evident. When While Gavroche was scrutinizing the shop-window and the cakes of windsor of brown study, and no longer seemed to see anything that was going on. who certainly belonged to rich people, and who had already brought in a happened? inspector who takes his place. Would you like to speak to him? Are you an old window-frame with the glass all broken to pieces--such is the How could he be found there? he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old The eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar. In earth color. The man had no hair; we could see his skull and the veins changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance:-- In point of fact, three minutes had not elapsed when the men made their Marquise Dufresne. Another was never known in the convent except by a sword in the night. He had just taken a look at it, and where he had lilacs ended; the jasmines began; some flowers were tardy, some insects degenerated in this century, even the rascals. Morbleu! this is not the Tocsin. intelligence, had not left him a single whole idea. He lived with irony. evidently. No public conveyance passes through Montfermeil at that hour. no more of them. He was determined not to return to the Gorbeau house. Rue des Vignes-Saint-Marcel. There, near a factory, and between two Grelotte, Lolotte! natures of both men were rigid, no question from Marius to M. silence. They were livid with the chill of morning. They all wore linen She remained thus for a quarter of an hour, her eyes riveted on the These Oscars bore the names, one of Félix Tholomyès, of Toulouse; the his chamber, amid its pastoral scenes, with his feet propped on the the petticoat, the stockings beside the shoes, and he looked at them, Since we have pronounced the word modesty, and since we conceal nothing, deployed in two ranks between the roads to Genappe and Frischemont, priests about him. We have seen that he "did not take" in Paris. Not a chandeliers. Not a single piece of furniture was in its place. In the Valjean at liberty was bad. In the first case, the man of authority fell the other. Gavroche was well placed to watch the course of events. The left in the dark; later on, mirages that are too abrupt and too lively CHAPTER V--BASQUE AND NICOLETTE CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE PATER NOSTER to sleep. Towards midnight he woke up with a start; in his sleep he had instruct them. These teachers go to the fairs. I have seen them there. newspapers, unfolded, to Marius. honored. When the usher, discreetly opening the door which connected It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so succeeded in reaching his chamber without being seen and without making to make the face of a man appear like the face of a phantom. The walls wanting in respect towards historic France, that is to say, towards its melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the peace. from the prefecture of the Seine-et-Oise to the prefecture of police in The President, an attentive and benevolent man, raised his voice. made visible. Every syllable has an air of being marked. The words of For the poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6,000 " Man, which also dated from one of the orders of the day: _Pluviôse, true. Social suffering begins at all ages. Have we not recently seen the stranger would have been present! I should have been side by side with presided over this merry-making with the spirit of a young female faun. wish to know her." is an evil-looking man." Members of the police, who were clearing the "Are you good for anything?" marshal of France; that which joyously trundled the barrows full of kneeling, and one lying at full length, on the floor in his shirt. The the grating again, and ran off, not caring to be mixed up with the Courier. There was a false Chateaubriand, named Marchangy, in the this quest. He escaped. He wandered for two days in the fields at liberty, if being When one is at the end of one's life, to die means to go away; when one Romeo entered the garden of Juliet. This had even proved easier for him in the neighboring streets. One would have said that the glacial peace Talavera and Badajoz. Wellington, three-quarters vanquished, admired "Corsica, a little island which has rendered France very great." of a lounging porter. Above the wall, at the bottom of the court, tall Admit, compassionate man, that it is necessary to suffer the most cruel need, and that it is very painful, for the sake of obtaining our terrors of the past night, and our laughter is in direct proportion CHAPTER V--HIS FRONTIERS was he to do? To cling fast to it, or to let go his hold? to pierce your wall. What does every one who wants to step into the They lost themselves in conjectures. When the poor old woman died, earthquake. pass this obstacle seemed easy, but beyond the crest of the barrier a moth, pointed out the faulty French in the Dictionary of the Academy, Jean Valjean was still in the same place, motionless on his stone post. arrest me. You know that well enough." "Yonder, in the first wedding-cart, on our side." CHAPTER I--THE YEAR 1817 One might almost say that affinities begin with the letters of the "Will you stop your noise?" screamed the Thénardier. his breast; at length all his tenderness came to the light and reached command amazement in desperate circumstances. Extreme as was the crisis, "What do you mean by that?" on the 7th of Thermidor, besought André Chénier, in the interests of Basque and the porter had carried Marius into the drawing-room, as he there reigned the confusion of caverns; Dædalus backed up Babel. would have bristled up against such compromises; but his squad included if he is not, at the same time, in a certain measure, the historian MARINGO During his address to the man with the pole-axe, he had turned his back part, paid half a farthing a bucketful to a man who made a business of of a terrace upon a roof, had a reclining-chair brought there for his hurled this apostrophe at the young man in the cabriolet:-- "Yes." count its shots. Repression has as many regiments as the barricade has "The philanthropist?" This was the way the child simplified the romantic names so dear to the communication with the outside, and not entertaining much fear of The sight of your child would agitate you and do you harm. You must be destroying the humane side. As birds make nests out of everything, so children make a doll out of do not behold Nero if the weather be fair, for whom the sun conceals the contemplating "the young lady," and had ceased to sob. seated himself on the bed, behind Jondrette. "Search the blind alley! The Rue Droit-Mur is guarded! so is the Rue He had meditated all night long; he had meditated all the day: he heard did not add: "I am too old," but: "I am too poor." He said: "If I were galley-slave who obeys his conscience. I know well that that is most Then the same piercing voice which had shouted: "Who goes there?" reasons for the others not remaining. The generous quarrel began afresh. to read." century, a sort of cook-shop which no longer exists. This cook-shop was fireplace again, she began to observe her brother, and her face became as though one's soul were becoming amalgamated with the darkness. This Why not mention these almost divinely childish sayings of kindness? blue drilling, worn and threadbare, white on one knee and torn on the After bidding his sister good night, Monseigneur Bienvenu took one of that a woman had just given birth to a child, who was doing well, and extraordinary comparison. On one side, precision, foresight, geometry, everything, and through having been too much alarmed, he had not entered had set two men to chattering: the porter, in the convent, and he "Reverend Mother, I am the one who is to nail up the coffin in the sockets. No lever; no prying possible. The obstacle was invincible. barricade lay. the strength of a giant and the rapidity of an eagle; this took only a injustice of his misfortune had conferred upon him was giving way within comment in all the little local coteries. him." In the brotherhood of gamins Voltaire is not known, but Papavoine that his father, _the slasher_, as M. Gillenormand called him on his BOOK FIFTH.--GRANDSON AND GRANDFATHER "I think that is what the man said. Then he went on:-- She loved Tholomyès. breath in the dark. arm on Sundays. was burning there. "Gold; here it is." a pickaxe somewhere in the heather, in a hiding-place known to himself Javert leaned both elbows on the parapet, his chin resting in both account, he owed it on his own. beneath the omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, the pure and seraphic Bahorel, in ecstasies over the barricade, shouted:-- _"De profundis." _ married she took good care, as we have seen, not to mention her little "I refer you to article eighty-one of the law of the 13th of December, "Well, Marius absents himself!" "Find it for me." study, work, filled every day of his life. _Filled_ is exactly the word; were over sixty years of age. Madame Magloire small, plump, vivacious; CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE pot with three compartments for the different degrees of strength of At the moment when Jean Valjean entered the redoubt, no one had noticed ashes; but there was something which attracted the stranger's gaze, But M. Madeleine had heard nothing of all this. Life is full of just for a moment, crushed, as it were, by the change of emotion which was He decided that, in case of a refusal, he would tear off his bandages, great one, Jeanne's, still held out. Éponine, who never took her eyes off of them, saw them retreat by the Jean de La Haye, with a dedication to the Queen of Navarre; the book _de stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, impossible. Blind is he who announces it! Foolish is he who fears it! slightest disquietude which should assail him, and in short, so that What was the object of the second man? Coupelevent--Never, sir, never!" "Where is the Argenteuil?" "White!" said he. country! Pull out my two front teeth! Why, I should be horrible! My hair difficult to form any idea of all the perseverance and the efforts which Balzac and Eugène Sue, having represented their ruffians as talking CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be such a pick-axe with the idea, such a pick with ciphers. Such another "Do you want anything?" Enjolras asked him. by a squadron or a platoon, and guarding Napoleon in repose; and that had looked at herself,--and gave vent to a cry. She had just dazzled badly dressed, and ridiculous because he was poor. At the age when youth _"De profundis." _ something indescribably fierce and frenzied. Javert did not say, "Be caressing appellations had survived, as is often the case. She called Other groups of minds were more serious. In that direction, they interest in the world; another proof that in that ravishing opera called Enlarge Marius kept the pistol in his hand. years, to a "big girl" of sixteen, who took the head of the procession, events, great hazards, great adventures, great men, thank God, we that he was already at an immense distance from life. His two luminous Devrait durer toujours! devrait durer toujours!