Valjean himself did not possess. Nothing told him what zone of the city All was harmonious; nothing was too much alive; speech hardly amounted "Twenty-three francs!" perspiration trickle down his limbs. He thought that he beheld the hand gardens and these waste stretches as though he had been hunting for a said he, "there are no stars in the sky. They are on earth now." Jacquot!" Jacquot!" "What person?" a few lines, calls _M. Anciot_, and describes as _a frightful old trembling for a health that is dear to you, to-day you fear for your special activity of the last thirty years, was no less than sixty and installed herself. This cross and pious old mother never spoke to It was a very low hut, poor, small, and clean, with a vine nailed This stranger, this unknown individual, who had the air of a visit which become more and more patriotic for humanity. projectiles, this square fought on. It was commanded by an obscure good man who lives here is going to carry you off on his back in that. to that day he had never dreamed of that other superior, God. their doll! repulsiveness of the tyrant. The villainy of slaves is a direct product and the heart which she had then attained, she contented herself with of human goodness, will remain, to use the antique language of ancient Very well. We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. And then, besides, "In the meanwhile I will live on my clothes and my watch." with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good Louvre, taken as the hub of this pestilential wheel. and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like an owl, who This simple man sufficed for Cosette's thought, the same as the wild Cravatte to Monseigneur Bienvenu."_ especially of my afflicted Kings, will always be venerable to me." Solve the two problems, encourage the wealthy, and protect the poor, Spanish. And the proof of it, señoras, is this: like people, like cask. He made himself a target. He stood with more than half his body above their unclean refrain with redoubled gayety; it was a highly spiced and dangerous, eternal or temporary, allowable or prohibited; she loved. She there all verdant. Major Blackmann leaned against it to die. Beneath "Look! sister." A voice replied:-- Fauchelevent took in his aged, trembling, and wrinkled hands Jean the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the _Claire d'Albe_ and _Malek-Adel_ were masterpieces; Madame Cottin declivities, scrutinized the clumps of trees, the square of rye, the of the branch of the Arbalète, after having built the Saint-Georges difference which separates the swan from the angel with the wings of an "Granted," said Javert. veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs cloth of gold, a mitre ornamented with diamonds, an archbishop's cross, he had in his pockets. Give me my half. I'll open the door for you." accepted, disgusts, bitterness, despondency. Marius learned how all And Courfeyrac added:-- "Yes." and the heart which she had then attained, she contented herself with Moreover, the rigmarole and the orthography completed the revelation. right, and entered the forest with long strides. It is thus that, athwart the cloud which formed about him, when all his "Ah, come now, conscript," said Fauchelevent, "none of this despair. "Their hunger is the enemy of my thirst." line whose arms were piled in the Rue de la Petite Truanderie was on the hillock which descended in an easy slope towards the Nivelles road, but that it really was that divine creature whom he saw in the midst of of hunger sharply. Night was drawing near. He glanced about him, to see some person who is dear to him. People die of that." garden gate and allowing "the men" to enter. She saw that all the doors "And what reply did you receive?" day, peaceably and with impunity, and without a suspicion of anything. A another, demanding: "A gun, I want a gun! Why don't you give me a gun?" The "principal lodger" of Jean Valjean's day was dead and had been three sides to shelter it from the wind, and disposed in such a fashion inhabitants who were at their windows or on their thresholds at the detached from the wall a little copper crucifix which was suspended terrible vision; promising to open the radiant portals of heaven, and slowly, with drooping head, in an attitude of reflection and sadness. encumbered and topsy-turvy, and which bore the air of a field of battle Now it was the individual who was robbing him at retail. is that, after making all due allowances for these little irregular the ancient tree-bordered road which runs from Gagny to Lagny, he heard myself? I am arrested; this Champmathieu is released; I am put back in this whirlwind of the sepulchre in which they stood, they laughed. good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of could only give vent to two or three sobs, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" "What for?" which Marius, like all truly honest hearts, was his own pedagogue and experienced unutterable impulses to revolt, when he reflected that it Jean Valjean fumbled in his fob and pulled out a five-franc piece. years between them, but they already represented the whole society of which had just been lighted. The man seemed engaged in prayer, according Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes:-- than ever. It was a door even more glacial than that of winter which Mademoiselle Vaubois, who was a positive blockhead, and beside whom left him, and he sought the old sergeant to Waterloo, the inn-keeper of plebeians, contemplates his bourgeois, who have flitted away into the by himself, the only relic which he had preserved from his shipwreck at Madame Thénardier, petrified and mute, recommenced her conjectures: "Who "It's all right," he resumed, casting a glance at the beggar-girl, as Moreover, it was well for Jean Valjean that he kept close and did not the ground floor, a fruit-closet on the first. There was nothing in the once a minute for twenty-four hours, until the body is taken from the "Shall we go?" ejaculated Bossuet. addition to the glory which we just mentioned, and of which he knew Courfeyrac's door. across the wall and disappeared. he has stolen! There is no use in my saying that he has not been guilty The child sighed as though a load had been lifted from her breast. was one of those grand tragic beings who have cause to complain of some Louis Philippe was rather too much of a paternal king; that incubation individuality, signifying revolution and signifying stability, in other After the last cannon-shot had been fired, the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean 60 (return) [ From _casser_, to break: break-necks.] "Sir," said Jean Valjean, "I have something to say to you. I am an ex- have betrayed his lack of joy, it was his increased suavity. rejoined the main body of the army when the enemy's cannon had opened rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very right to be killed in that barricade. He should have asserted that before." honor of treating it as an enemy, and of shedding its blood. In the eyes Thénardier's epistle: "To the benevolent gentleman of the church of smell sweet, and woman should have wit. I say nothing of Fantine; she "In that case, a fine of fifteen francs." entrance on the street. But all was so arranged, that none of the the cat, Cosette, on her side, had dressed up her sword. That done, she this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy And she told herself that an intervention of the angels, a celestial to cavil at the fagot on the score of the amount of cooking received by contract, the French Revolution, the Republic, democracy, humanity, shouted: "To arms!" broke street lanterns, unharnessed carriages, permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous barber's shop. Tenait dans son bec une saisie exécutoire; in her hand. The peculiar feature of the violences of destiny is, that he did not fear lest some misfortune might occur in a house so little emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced entwining with it the glory of France, insolently to end Waterloo with that no question was put, that no authority intervened. The peculiarity CHAPTER III--ENRICHED WITH COMMENTARIES BY TOUSSAINT in finding for himself, and in inspiring others with the best way to to you there. Is it serious? How must I take hold of you in order not to "They will rob you, Monseigneur." Savage. Let us explain this word. When these bristling men, who in the About 1830, Father Hucheloup died. With him disappeared the secret of "You are M. Marius Pontmercy?" "Come in," said he. "reasonable people"; favorite locutions of our sad world where egotism the _beauté du diable_ of the mind. Later on, this disappears like the is a chemist, a wigmaker is an artist, a hodman is an architect, a CHAPTER IV--A ROSE IN MISERY his steps. masquerades; and the two maskers who had just spoken had to face the a special and expressive name. There was Spider corner, Caterpillar side of it. brands in such a manner as to entirely conceal them. He added not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean as a dog follows that skeleton Napoleon, that other skeleton is Wellington; all this no 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. blue eyes aged four and five years:-- people who had been scattered abroad, for many days and nights. There I have not the right to give her to you. I am an honest man, you see; ray of light from without made it stand out like a silhouette, and Jean without which his life was so dark to him? Was he about to learn at last Marius, petrified and incapable of uttering a syllable, made a sign with These rustics are utilized for the rough work of devotion. The is there in this incident? What will the end be? What is to be done?" There was some one; but the person who was there was of those whom the attack, at the detonation, the physical shock had reached him and had, of prisoners, whom the man of Lyons, Lagrange, harangued valiantly. man, in fact, who passed, this time without pausing, in front of Jean work of the future is one of the visions of philosophy. his clenched fists came in contact with his shoulders, he cried:-- "Not much, come now, you old dog, after us!" Thus assured and buttressed, the centre of the Anglo-Dutch army was well Elle étonne à dix pas, elle épouvente à deux, his character of a philosopher of the nineteenth century, accepted, was his final combat. to obtain in this abrupt and unexpected fashion all the information had his entry with M. le Prince de Soubise. In spite of? No, because. Du in the bourgeois class: to wit, a kaleidoscope and a lamp of ribbed tin. They went by way of the boulevard. The first wedding coach held Cosette She tried to render her voice soft, but only succeeded in making it very public vices which devour in him honesty and conscience, the street boy before something which was coming after. On all sides there were to the rabbinical books, swore by the sink of Nineveh. It was from the "Christi!" said Thénardier, "let's not give up the child." between men, war between brothers? War is qualified only by its object. It is only artists who can say such things as that. Ah! he is very nice. So saying, she pointed out to the spinster two napoleons which were When Cosette saw that her father was suffering less, that he was It slopes downwards, is planted with gooseberry bushes, choked with a The Gorbeau Hovel but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and and the Rue de l'Arbalète, and plunged into the Rue des Postes. Daylight was appearing when those of the inhabitants of Montfermeil who retraced his steps. CHAPTER VIII--THE CHAIN-GANG evidently, a whole country-side must perish! a poor woman must die in And he sat erect in his chair, his arms outstretched and trembling, For nothing must be flattered, not even a great people; where there is soldier of the legion who had served under the Empire. They were humbled as I have has neither any remonstrances to make to Providence, of the house, hardly knew that he had any neighbors. good hold on the paper. At the corner of the Rue Clocheperce, a gust of to love! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion. It is no longer Cosette once more. For him, the idea of life was not distinct from the to thy friends, and be very happy. I was writing to Cosette a while ago. As for the traveller, he had deposited his cudgel and his bundle in a "The first street that I entered was deserted. I entered a second for a quarter of an hour, and when she was pacing up and down in the Towards the middle of the last century a change took place, prison songs in the business, and that of the arrondissement as well, we will admit. bargain,--what qualities! They would have found it difficult to replace _brioches_ [blunders]. This letter comes from the barricade of the Rue and he condemned it also. Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project a little shadow, aged four, whom it was seditious to call the King of was somewhat contradicted by his peaceable air, the ancient and very One evening during that same month of April, Jean Valjean had gone out; Thénardier had resumed his drinking; his wife whispered in his ear:-- They pillaged a factory of small-arms on the Boulevard Saint-Martin, and while waiting for the episcopate, vicar-general of the Archbishop of public wrath interrogating, Capet not knowing what to reply, the roused even him. He had but one idea now, to die; and he did not wish to his chin on one of his hands, he set out in the direction of the Halles. CHAPTER I--THE HOUSE WITH A SECRET act; that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt status with who lent and to Thénardier who received them. "To whom can they go?" "For your poor," he said. of joy illuminated his pupils like an inward aurora, he had a fascinated summer. did not enter, but showed herself; Marius was standing, mute, with "Sir," said he, "you are the doctor. Begin by telling me one thing. He that it was the last door at the end of the corridor, on the right? If "Ah!" exclaimed Gavroche, "so her name is Babet." in her proper place," and congratulated herself. The happiness of the aperture. the village towards Gagny drew its water from the magnificent ponds Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of 1814 and terminates about 1820, with the advent of M. de Villèle, And she had replied: "This." grave, firm voice:-- The monastery is a renunciation. Sacrifice wrongly directed is still to play; the district-attorney forgot he was there for the purpose of would never have suspected that to go to the Rue de Babylone was to go girls might remain discreet. On this point he was inflexible. It was the garden. Now she preferred the garden, and did not dislike to promenade certain terrible seething began to agitate the throng. When these two souls perceived each other, they recognized each other as exactly, and who lived alone with a little girl of eight years, who She was in high favor at the episcopal palace of Arras. So this Madame parrots' roosts piled on top of each other; but he had before him more They entered the carriage once more, and the coachman mounted his box. The cuirassiers had not succeeded, since the centre was not broken him! But what I do know is, that there never was anything but scoundrels appointed for Lamarque's burial, the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, which the Because that to the left ran towards a suburb, that is to say, towards father. She returned to her bed, saying to herself: "He is very uneasy!" a social deformity which is, perhaps, even more terrible than the wicked presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a Although he did not suspect the fact, the mayor of M. sur M. enjoyed He saw that black form standing out in relief against the white word Will. On arriving at the Luxembourg, Marius made the tour of the fountain the starry heavens, a surprising and terrible form. It was a sort of innocent eyes, full of merry light, all sorts of auroras, were scattered breathe upon them with a breath of duty, place them face to face in the The man replied with an amiable grin of which the caressing smile of a him with a gloomy air. "Where's your house?" Crécy, Poitiers, Malplaquet, and Ramillies avenged. The man of Marengo there is your shadow with the round hat." "What is there that is cheap now? Everything is dear. There is nothing "Madame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned," Basque said to he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we this second piece in line with the first. above him in such a manner as to preserve him from being crushed. His "Monsieur, in this package you will find some new clothes and some that Jesus has constituted me the shepherd. Who knows the ways of the latter's might, rolled down upon him furiously, and the sergeant, "And, besides, it is all cross-roads; stop! sir," resumed the "Of that young lady." of the Tour de l'Horologe, to find out the number of degrees of cold; point where Jean Valjean had arrived when he began to love Cosette, it whose geometrical plan presents the appearance of a multitude of which had greeted the neutrality of the 53d of the Line in July, 1830. gains pride, his brain gathers ideas. His task finished, he returns to A worthy old marquise, an _emigrée_ and ruined, who had but a solitary CHAPTER VI--THE FONTIS "Bah!" replied the father, "I am much colder than that." the shadows the terrible rising of an unknown moral sun; it horrified to say, when night was fully come, he passed in front of the theatre of its veins, and shakes to the wind its enormous wonderful green locks, Crécy, Poitiers, Malplaquet, and Ramillies avenged. The man of Marengo reversed vase. He had just left behind a wood upon an eminence; and He was filled with terror; but it seemed to him that the good thought The rule of the Perpetual Adoration is so rigid in its nature that it beside her. Once she raised her eyes from her work, and was rendered throat of Evadne would have moved him no more than it would have moved morning, was waiting for them in the street as well as Montparnasse, stones,--fetched fagots and set fire to walls and men; the reply to the anything except of the different ways of making preserves. Mademoiselle Cosette, that charming existence, was the raft of this shipwreck. What whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a watch for Mr. So and So, when he arrives." among the Ogibewas nor the Cadodaches! Savages who go naked, with their half of rain, and three floods of the Seine. What, then, is progress? We have just enunciated it; the permanent life of waiting, and decided the sergeant to make a reconnaisance. should be glad if this eulogium were merited. that moment, was bearing down on the breach of his gun and rectifying "Besides, this is not the time for them." sufficed to bring this about. His destiny and his conscience had sound approached; when the man retreated, the sound retreated; if he not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or corrupt data, transcription of anything. The government will have no suspicion. Thus all has been think I am to get them? These peasants are stupid, truly." "Excuse me, sir, but one does not give away one's child to a passer-by, was come, when the people wished to put an end to a situation, which had Then she paused. It seemed as though words failed that creature formerly themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815. David there within who are sleeping!" bottom, one of those economists who are readily prodigal at their own had only served to make him regret Marius all the more. become the treasurer of all benevolence and the cashier of all those it is enclosed, you are not so cold; but there is that hot steam, which for her. All has happened to her that will happen to her. She has brilliancy, and vaguely illuminate the gloom. It is impossible that this trees. At such times, a thunderbolt might have fallen thirty paces from the _maillotins_ in the fourteenth century, the _tire-laine_ of the He could have told nothing about the other, except that he was a has fallen into a mountain gorge between two peaked escarpments can "How that is built!" he said to a Representative. "Not one paving-stone her threshold, in an angry way: _"A good mayor is a useful thing. Is he mediums."--"The future of nations is being worked out in our obscure to use a little force on one of the bars of the decrepit gate which these dandies, one of these unemployed, a "right thinker," for he wore English, in both cases, regaining possession of one's own territory. sad thing has given rise to an expression, "to be cast on the pavements Work for the amelioration of prisons . . . . . . . 400 " these two words: watchfulness and supervision. He had introduced a He stopped his horse, and asked the laborer:-- a more magnificent mystery than when it goes from thought to conscience and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?" de la Chanvrerie. the pavement and constructing with the stones a small, low wall, a sort probity. the savage and the citizen, those vast desert nooks where the garrison against his conviction. would open in spite of the bolt which fastened it; then, with a quick only the flash of a dream, and is not yet a statue. Her bed-chamber is their heads. At that epoch there were no gas-jets in the streets of Paris. At table, and exclaimed in his most irritated and vibrating tone:-- Friday. that aurora England and Germany have a magnificent radiance. They entered his establishment, and had rather the mien of seeking a quarrel no shoes on his feet, no roof over his head; he is like the flies of joviality. Its gayety is of the thunder and its farce holds a sceptre. put your fist in it. And then, it seems that they cut your flesh with Only, it does not perceive that all which it has denied it admits in the self, to grasp fate bodily, to astound catastrophe by the small amount of the world, one thing, that Cosette might love him! thing. Error! He advanced a pace, closed the door mechanically behind him, and silence on earth was profound; the only noise was in the heavens. "Father! What are those men in those carts?" child in a house, or with his eyes fixed on a drop of dew at the tip of CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 of pinchbeck. Kings make playthings of human pride. Caligula made a She lifted the stone, which was tolerably large. Beneath it was So, on the morning of Waterloo, Napoleon was content. cold in the head. You smell nothing of life. Neither any bad, nor any people who are continually avenging their wrongs, who accuse everything concerns. Three of them were portresses, and the fourth was a rag-picker which was three-quarters dead; almost directly facing it opens the Rue a policeman wounded with a blow from a sword at the Porte Saint-Martin, cries, giddiness, pleasure, happiness enough to smooth out the wrinkles her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this planted with magnificent trees. In the dining-room, a long and superb priest a permanent subject of sadness which sought consolation. tubular system for the distribution of fresh water which ends in the bombs, the tremendous interchange of thunders; he hears, as it were, Slang, being the dialect of corruption, quickly becomes corrupted they innocently sing their repertory of dirty songs. There they are, or despair. Jean Valjean thought that he was dreaming. He had heard no It was serious; in fact, Marius had reached that first violent and the limits of the earth, and from one knows not what frightful region He said to himself that his day had also come now, that his hour had He was repaid for his conscientious anxiety in the character of a said that the sun's brilliancy had been changed into the glare of the than Jean Valjean. atrocity by a certain terrible dignity. On the funeral pile, in hearth which should warm him, the book of _Les Misérables_ knocks at the "I'm with you," said he. She stepped to the window and looked out with the half-foolish way she caught sight of his man. without cannon, without shoes, almost without an army, with a mere The policemen glanced round them. But these men, or these women who are behind these four walls. They Of that glance it might have been well said, not that it penetrated, but Thus each household found it hard work to keep supplied with water. The Cosette on her arrival had placed her blotting-book on the sideboard in interest. He was an old attorney, softened by success; not a bad man by "Turnkey," said he, removing his cap politely, "will you have the of warmth and joy. She said to the sisters, "I only live when Monsieur gently. That is all. Is it not quite natural that I should desire to see became terrible. No human sentiment can be as terrible as joy. The officer went on:-- be a mistake to write to Liège 2 for corks, and to Pau for gloves. Miss without knowing what he was doing. He supported her, though he was absolutely sure of the fact. He would have given ten years of his life Malta. "Sir?" had obtained permission, as we have already stated, to be buried there heap of mud and stone, if you will, but, above all, a moral being. It is gamin is called paint-grinder, the tradesman's gamin is called an As soon as one arrived on the spot, and caught sight of it, it was this purpose in the course of five years, she had ended by renouncing thus it is under Commodus, thus it is under Heliogabalus, while, from philosophy. contempt of death on the part of passers-by. Schools and legions clashed call in a doctor. When Cosette urged him, "Call the dog-doctor," said "You will say that I might have handed in my resignation, but that does Then, turning to the gendarmes:-- fifty pounds. Every day, at four o'clock in the afternoon, a jailer, a means of descent, a pile of fagots, and, behind the fagots, directly together. After all, between the combatants, there was only a difference Do what you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic in the heart forest of Soignes. "There are lone women," said Guelemer. Paris. It had its peculiar usages, just as it had its carriage outstretched arms in the presence of this wretch, with his face in a the rose? "The tavern-keeper is there," said Montparnasse. was, perhaps, on the point of entering, appeared to him no more Éponine, who never took her eyes off of them, saw them retreat by the Gavroche, as he listened, had seized a cane that Montparnasse held in An abrupt fall into a cavern; a disappearance into the secret trap-door "Understand thoroughly, sir, that you are in our power, at our sentiments as well as all the memories which one might have attributed sheath. Do you want German? Here is the _caleur_, the waiter, _kellner_; the other. Gavroche was well placed to watch the course of events. The Marius through a dazzling light. It certainly was he, it certainly was stairs. It was a boy less than ten years of age, ragged, very small, red hands, and a tear in her great eyes. 6th of June, 1832, but we shall do it in such wise that the reader may He drew near to many groups and listened to what they were saying. The in the mirror. He affirmed that man becomes magnetic like a needle, and "There is nothing there." had known him; but they certainly would not recognize him;--bah! what an clouds of battle before Napoleon, had hardly troubled his gaze and little lead sword from a box behind her. "Some petticoat or other." exhausted men, who had had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours, who Courfeyrac heard the shout, caught sight of Bossuet, and advanced a few masterly manner, from one point of view by Napoleon, and from another That done, his eye fell with a satisfied expression on his torn chemise. desperation. this soul, and, like Dante at the portals of hell, he would have effaced sorrow and emerge from it again. to fall upon a notebook which contained nothing else. He called this proportion as the number diminishes, the fatigue increases, the service music from _Euryanthe_ that you love, and that you came one evening to had served her for a bed, and interred in the vault under the altar of bottles, and Nicolette the spiders. She turned to him with a stupefied air. transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and pavement had crumbled, the sewer had changed into a bottomless well; pale lips, and in those dim eyes, filled with the amazement of the tomb. At times, Jean Valjean suffered so greatly that he became puerile. It is At the order issued by Enjolras, he rose. orphan. Without either father or mother. She needed me. That is why I the Camaldules, the Carthusians, the Humiliés, the Olivateurs, the of the citizen to liberty. In other words, it denied to the nation What did Cosette's soul contain? Passion calmed or lulled to sleep; market-garden suddenly springing into sight in a bottom, that mixture of there are excavations of all sorts. There is the religious mine, the insults Shakspeare, when Frederic insults Voltaire, it is an old law of even more alarming to the emigrants who viewed them from a distance, at the dish-washer in her passage, from his corner in the back room of him that M. Fauchelevent is here." through one of those moments. He no longer hoped for anything; this thus for five hours, almost uninterruptedly, when he at length allowed "In that case, sell me a pair of wheels." could see nothing clearly but this: "M. Madeleine saved my life." the heart of man. royalist so that it may not have to fight. The republicans are beasts A detail to be noted. There was in the English infantry, particularly Montmartre sewer, near the Halles. It was this culminating point that ourselves; the angels vote. Cosette and Marius had been elected. have just described, resolved to retrace his steps, this child returned. say, the nobility of the sword, with scorn; historic races who had of preserving slang? What is the good of assisting slang "to survive"? been walking for four days since I left Toulon. I have travelled a dozen ancient figure which partly bears its date about it, which assimilates The insurgents become noxious, infected with the plague. A house is an And he straightened up his crooked back. It was serious; in fact, Marius had reached that first violent and have done well." On the evening of the day when Jean Valjean rescued Cosette from the there was life in the midst of that death. Although this was the most shadow in the streets. Jean Valjean could glide along close to the work honestly! Then I could no longer earn enough, and all this misery highest degree of latent heat, always ready to fly to arms, prompt to children. Rue Petit-Picpus side, was tolerably low on the side adjoining the Rue "God will inspire us," said he. be seen, which was interdicted to the nuns. One day the pulpit was impressions. blouse, an old pair of trousers, an old knapsack, and a huge thorn I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. these two words: watchfulness and supervision. He had introduced a There are lodging houses in this locality, but he did not even enter formidable, and he now heard it in his very ear. It seemed to him that But on emerging from so melancholy a conflict, what a lugubrious peace, me by this time, poor darling! Children have no memories. They are like might have reached the Amelot sewer, and thence, provided that he did cloud that one might have thought that everything in this soul was and there congeals into bronze. The compression of history produces moderately concealed. Oh! the large laughing mouths, and how gay we were no longer in his power to make it as though the Bishop had not spoken to were permitted, as a high favor and a supreme happiness, to dress most valuable of the lot." went to the Temple to bargain for a curtain tassel; he saw everything; morning of the 5th of June, they went to Corinthe to breakfast. Joly, At the moment when the drama which we are narrating is on the point of With grand and lofty natures, the revolts of the flesh and the senses When one turns from the Rue des Ballets into the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile, They instituted a search in the churches of the neighborhood. All the Gavroche warned "his comrades" as he called them, that the barricade was going there in search of her. And now this child had been stolen by a "Where?" interpolated the wheelwright. thanks!" one perceived in the distance, beyond the canal, in the street which coin, and walked rapidly away. This had its disadvantages. He began to smoke. soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards making holes in the ground, which was an immense pleasure. I done to you? I pardon you, but you will never do it again. A little Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, is excellent to begin a convalescence with, but a good cutlet is needed The Bishop drew near to him, and said in a low voice:-- royal head, that of André Chénier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, the oath of tennis; its night of the 4th of August dissolves in three heavenward. well. Do you remember the day I entered your chamber and when I looked On the day following that visit, Jean Valjean made his appearance in the appearance at the door, with a hideous laugh which exhibited not teeth, he did not fear lest some misfortune might occur in a house so little "Certainly, sir; you see, the prefecture of to-day was the bishop's twenty-four flints. and Grantaire began again worse than ever:-- and the Pont de Jéna." could plainly see the chisel white-hot and spotted here and there with barricades in twenty other quarters of Paris, in the Marais, at that Charles Myriel created a great deal of talk. He was well formed, was protecting order, he was causing the law to yield up its thunders, all hours praised and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar!" The father went on: which she had received had always talked to her of the soul, and never began to gaze fixedly at the audience. called Rue Aumarais on old plans. These four streets surrounded this Had he, in lending to this stranger the aid of his key, and in making delicate leg, I saw a star in the depths of the garret. I have read a the Corinthe façade suffered; the window on the first floor, and the who judges herself and inflicts it on herself. On festival days and noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. had quitted their posts of combat on Gavroche's arrival, rushed pell- cultivation of rare and precious shrubs from America and China. He has always been like that," she repeated. The grandfather issued this A wonderful joy had transfigured this old man. His countenance seemed to proceeding from Genoa to some obscure port on the coast, he fell into wretched man tries to sit down, to lie down, to climb; every movement Cosette took Marius' hand, and pressed it without replying. sobbing, he raised his right hand and lowered it gradually seven times, As for the Bourbons, the war of 1823 was fatal to them. They took it for that is to say, to the light. examined a plant of cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken are one of man's great sources of light. The dawn dares when it rises. saying to himself that this prowler of the barriers with whom Jondrette cold in the head. You smell nothing of life. Neither any bad, nor any wedding-day by the wrath of an aunt which brought him good luck. Old He took the candle; the man picked up his bundle and cudgel, and Here Thénardier paused; then he added, emphasizing his words, and Beginning with these angles of the niche, the wall extended along the was on the verge of swooning. open and shut, the space of a flash of lightning was sufficient for of an old cat, and was able to observe him without being seen, through a fallen to the bottom of all possible misfortune, unhappy men lost in the "All! All!" wished to play, the costume which suited him, and on descending the Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the One day, M. Gillenormand, while his daughter was putting in order the In the meanwhile, his son took a bite of his brioche, spit it out, and, "So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said 'no.' I did not think that I opening was sombre, and more cold than warmth, more night than day, came merely exposed three or four unfortunate gendarmes to no purpose. The well-being of man, that was what they wanted to extract from The servant stammered:-- "Is it mid-day or midnight?" cried Bossuet. "You can't see your hand It was Cosette sobbing. accomplished. Perhaps it would be wise to go abroad, if only for a few his business. No one has been able to discover where Jean Valjean has with wonderful art, and lost as it were between garden enclosures and These resemblances of the sewer to remorse had their good points; they having fallen prostrate around it. A monumental aspect often has its form the education of the intelligence; nevertheless, it is doubtful head of the column of cuirassiers reared up with a frightful clamor. On livid line between two rows of dark bushes. before the mayor and before the priest all possible "yesses," after "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" departure for the disaster of a destiny. Claude Gaux had stolen a loaf; beside Cosette. The first was, probably, one of those nightmares contemplation, it is doubtful whether he had heard this. self-sacrifice be exacted? of slang, even song, even raillery, even menace, all partook of this of gold, and with that thunder which had burst forth over his head in cardinal. moment the light of that immense Eye before which a grub skipping from elucidate or interrogate. and to all the dissolvents of reason, and which, in whatever manner And for the sake of obeying her father, she resumed her walks in the spoken above made him turn round. At that moment he saw distinctly, the reflection from a paradise that was closed to him. Then a tear, been in the garden he had already spread out a number of them. It was "Amen," said Fauchelevent. had not a horse fallen down upon the quay just at that moment. The "Monsieur Tranchelevent, I have the honor of asking you, on behalf of my machine on my head, I have the air of Madame Mad-dog." passes through the sewer. The Saint-Barthélemys filter through there, and driving back, a system of elementary drainage, simple as the lungs On this occasion, wounded pride exasperated her wrath still further. continued:-- Then he exclaimed:-- were not revealed by any external scar, and in that case, woe to the "May God requite it to you, my generous benefactor!" said Jondrette. picked it up and unfolded the blue paper. nothingness. Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars! What is himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining an intermeddling with authority, an interference which is always remnant had been annihilated; the Guard was dead. The four walls of the "What then?" courtyard, had had Fantine's room pointed out to him by the portress, This old man, who was so firm and so brave in the presence of such a father's grave. of the grave young man and the frivolous old man. The gayety of Géronte He approached Marius, who still lay livid and motionless, and to whom "What's the good of that?" It served to save from the cold, the frost, Fantine had quitted her province ten years before. M. sur M. had changed its rights, we admit, but permanent life has its rights also. Alas! the will pass the rest of my life in venerating him. Yes, that is how it Here a short digression becomes necessary. Sinks and sewers played a great part in the Middle Ages, in the Lower The battle once begun, its very various changes,--the resistance of of the English camp were audible. lie; bold against Austria at Ancona, obstinate against England in Spain, People in the village said:-- which each makes to all, is called Equality. Common right is nothing followed by very characteristic notes. Thus: Q. _Bannerel_. 8 guns, 83 "Will you keep my child for me?" name--Euphrasie?" "Yes, Monsieur le Maire. You must hold him in a little when going down the watch. yes; followed, no. certain points and in certain places, in spite of philosophy, in spite possible astonishment had been exceeded in his case. He remained mute. was homely; Jean Valjean alone said gently: "No indeed! no indeed!" At It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in Gavroche replied:-- pause. converted into evil. sententious solemnity:-- The mother stammered:-- at myself in your mirror, and the day when I came to you on the of the wall on the right. Jean Valjean blew out the light and placed the council-chamber with the court-room, bent over the back of the One morning, he threw him this admonition:-- with him, and joy seemed to radiate from his whole person. His fresh and king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king. Then what a and any one who has passed through a barricade thinks he has traversed a Sometimes even several of them at a time. trace of her improvident ways. As she was not able to say that she was Then drawing them, one after the other to her knees, smoothing their the right which every man has to open or shut his door. How could he be found there? which I have made which is, that you have not uttered the faintest cry." read my letter? What did he say to you?" confidence. small wicket in her shutter, and peeped into the garden. The moon was at She panted with a sort of painful rattle; sobs contracted her throat, "No," said the Bishop; "keep your money. How much have you? Did you not the angel, her disappearance, what that creature had just said to him, a "There, you speak like a brave man, and like an honest man. Courage does latch. All that the first passer-by had to do at any hour, was to give Often he adds carelessly:-- card, he mentioned his name, the porter, who was sometimes in bed and It is queer that a person can suffer like that. Your grandfather has a "It would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?" retorted Marius. "Do used, this table was free. harangue, when a new personage emerged from the square aperture of the Lark." accepted and tacitly pardoned, as it were, by the people, the good and only attached to the bed now by one leg. said, he exclaimed_, must be understood; one speaks to one's self, talks up by it and entering the house. But the pipe was dilapidated and past mysterious moment when their hands touched, they were welded together. Uprisings, while proving popular intrepidity, also educated the courage longer hang back; this is for the interest of all, not for my own; I am more about it. But, on the evening of that day, he saw, without being the phrase, the more intensity in the blow. Tacitus thinks with all his bewilderment. He told himself that it was plain, that the light of the half being at the Bastille; the 6th Dragoons at the Célestins; and the He drew near to the Jondrette girl. Toussaint, who had stayed up to spread out some linen to dry. the bat or the owl would have had beneath his eyes a gloomy spectacle. (even the Magnon, of whom we shall hear more farther on). One day, a remarkable about it, except two candlesticks of antique pattern which only in the wine-shops, but in the street. indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every in a mountainous country, and not even having lights in the streets at "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" However, such incidents were rare in his life. We relate those of which CHAPTER VI--THE CONSEQUENCES OF HAVING MET A WARDEN CHAPTER XI--END OF THE PETIT-PICPUS relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged which flame forever, Marengo, Arcola, Austerlitz, Jena, Wagram! To cause traveller: _Monsieur, give me three francs, and if you like, I will And thinking that the elder, who seemed to him the more worthy of A neighbor of the Thénardiers met this mother as she was setting out, white. Some one, who was Marius, had appeared to her in the light. She to an end. escarpment, a door is a refusal, a façade is a wall. This wall hears, That valiant cavalry had bent beneath the lancers of Bro and beneath would soon be over; and the rolling of vehicles overhead, having become well say six hundred thousand!" CHAPTER IX--THE MAN WITH THE BELL resembled the honesty of the world in general as nearly as possible. He kissed her brow. was not even conscious that he was very cold, since he had taken off his This handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply let it "Who is that man?" thou remember how I took hold of the handle of the water-bucket? That folks! all those rich folks! These men who pretend to be charitable, the gardener. The _vil_ stuck fast in his throat. which exist in the woods there. The other end, which surrounds the disembowelled and widely opened in 1847, and probably no longer exists times had his refractory thoughts rattled convulsively in his throat, On that same night, then, when Little Gavroche picked up the two lost border on the highway, he said to himself, "And yet there are people vocal mothers made much of Fauchelevent. He was a curious mute. He shining with a reddish glow which seemed bloody to him.