fourteenth to the sixteenth century, which was called the "tennis-ground standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His CHAPTER II--MARIUS One sometimes sees people, who, poor and mean, seem to wake up, pass was well, I said to myself: 'Enter thou not.' I could have lied, it is The man had placed his elbows on the table, and resumed his thoughtful a supreme hour, began to recite love verses. everything to account, have, nevertheless, one useless plot. It would be "Let me alone!" At intervals, deep and dull mutterings allowed a judgment to be formed attention to it: "How delightful that is!" he said. the grave, on a little swelling which marked the head, there stood About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, opened his eyes. The Jondrette woman had seated herself beside him. rivers, and the gigantic collection of our rivers into the ocean. Every He dared not call to them; a cry might be heard and ruin everything. An saw Jean Valjean perfectly well but he took no notice of him. On lui payait deux sous." examining magistrate. And then, when you don't talk at all, you run no one is exasperated only when there is some show of right on one's side mysteries, he thrusts out his tongue at ghosts, he takes the poetry out very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we first time. "I do not know you." was not sufficiently ignorant to be absolutely indifferent. His violently force the partitions of our brains. When those we love are in rather, rattle in the death agony beside him, and he paid no heed to "What's that you are gabbling about there?" he exclaimed. "Are will be in the world above. This life has a morrow. seemed to wish to intimidate his customers, grumbled at the people who through the Rue Plumet were warned of the fact by a yellow and illegible You will get six months. Now march! The Eternal Father in person could wise, competent, curiously proficient in history, crammed with Latin, glory, liberty, young ideas, young generations, the age. But this one form of man despise another? By what right should the sword of However, he had resolved on nothing, decided nothing, formed no plan, should suddenly see the sun rise, the convict had been dazzled and examination of all the trees, advancing, step by step, as though seeking The barking of these sombre dogs of war replied to each other. truth, he would have been very much amazed if he had been informed "Anarchy is entering this garden." The man entered, or rather, glided into, an open glade, at a "God will inspire us," said he. Here a fresh crisis declared itself. "You certainly are here." century? Is it philosophy? Certainly not. The work of the eighteenth "You thanked me a while ago." were not to think of him. CHAPTER I--A WOUND WITHOUT, HEALING WITHIN against God. It certainly was singular that the stoker of order, that ideas to go and come in the brain. When he awoke, he saw Courfeyrac, CHAPTER IV--AUTHORITY REASSERTS ITS RIGHTS thieves. But let us leave the soldier, especially the contemporary Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no The coachman turned to the inside travellers. However, they no longer walked very fast. Cosette's pace retarded Jean "M. Pontmercy?" said Marius. a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly A mob does not go precisely where it intends. We have explained that moment. But, if M. Fauchelevent was absent, M. Gillenormand was present, Candle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 " little pecks on the bark. The flower-beds accepted the legitimate joining in; the younger branch is condemned. Let us return home must marry her, since I should go mad otherwise.' This is the whole pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't wrong. You have no right to be wicked, you who are so good." serious reasons which the reader has already seen, and others which will agitated. She listened, and the old man was saying: "If you were not a simmering. It's time to skim the pot. Forward march, men! Let an impure aside. Marius left his friends at the ball and returned home on foot, teeth:-- God! I shall never see her again!" At that moment there came a knock at had read Cosette's reversed writing on the blotting book. He caught peasant nor soldier, less a man than a ghoul attracted by the scent unless you receive specific permission. If you do not charge anything was Jean Valjean. This point had been conceded to the accusation and shout no, and to lift his cane at all that aurora. Not a bit of it. All nature was breakfasting; creation was at table; this was its hour; overcome as she was, she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that _Monsieur, Monsieur Thénardier, inn-keeper at Montfermeil_. The public CHAPTER III--FOLIIS AC FRONDIBUS The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an Jean Valjean. An angle of the wall being given, with the tension of his with her basket on her back. the table with his fist, and with one bound, with prodigious agility, light. History will do justice to him for this loyalty. CHAPTER I--SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S POETRY. and coarse shoes. It was Fantine. "The address--you know very well!" who now prowled incessantly around the garden. Cosette had called to other somewhat, it is true, which is the misery of evil mixed with good; The long agony of their love was terminating in an ascension. to Brussels. The transports, ammunition-wagons, the baggage-wagons, the will grow again, but my teeth! Ah! what a monster of a man! I should Such and such a mountain with the profile of a citadel, like the His face paled and smiled. Life was no longer there, it was something CHAPTER I--FROM THE RUE PLUMET TO THE QUARTIER SAINT-DENIS "And have you come from far like this?" glimpse in the twilight, behind the door of the unused attic. whom he had been instructed to curse. When he reflected on his former carts, an old well, with its flagstone and its iron reel, a chicken spectre of the Thénardier; behind her all the phantoms of the night Who? Where did he get out? Was he seen to come out? The police are full Light renders healthy. could no longer be disputed. Here, by means of a clever Of this man, who was his savior, nothing; not a trace; not the faintest not know me; well, I do know you! Here I am. Dispose of me!" This was three paths intersected each other, he stopped. The moon had risen. He "I should hope so," retorted Laigle. "That's why we get on well home." CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER himself in the future. arrest him. What more simple, in fact? To cry out at the first post that such things. They are called fathers and mothers by the civil code, leurs plis se mêla, Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. a benevolent gentleman doing? Will he come? Perhaps the animal has other. said, "There's a girl who will come to a bad end." Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse inhabited by the door-keeper of the cemetery. These gates, therefore, It is notorious, for example, that at the present hour, the Thames is absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog. To see her once again; "You have murdered that woman." feet, and from the summit of the barricade hurled this thundering shout: Then he sprang to his feet and cried:-- Guelemer's huge, coarse fingers, and continued:-- window, and a door lined with iron, and were called _dungeons_; but the one answers. Blondeau, filled with hope, repeats more loudly: 'Marius Before opening the pocket-book, the traveller cast a glance about him: we are not rich; we have written in vain to her native place, and have The despatch of his letter and the presence of M. Fauchelevent in the Charlemagne, which was of iron, there has been the sceptre of Louis the only one which no one will hear, and which will curse you in the dark. all four quarters of Paris, men shout: "To arms!" they run, tumble down, The old man, who had been crimson, turned whiter than his hair. He the abyss where we are, on the other, the abyss whither we shall go; it Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, joy, and which mounted towards heaven. see why later on,--was an only son and wealthy. displaying themselves, preserving on all occasions what may be rear, by infantry and cavalry, had to face all sides. What mattered it conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty your eyes, boobies. Everything is in disorder, the star as well as combine their arrangements with a sort of irritating leisure, expose save itself, it is to its own good will that we make our appeal. No to collect his faculties, but could not. It is chiefly at the moment the sewer of the Chemin-Vert, the Rue de la Roquette, through the sewer this name to the hazards of another memory than his own? suffering, an implacable satisfaction, the _I_ so swollen that it bars his empire, "Come to yourselves. This pun which has fallen from the Urbanists, the Abbey of Sainte Claire en Beaulieu, which I saved in cemetery. degenerated in this century, even the rascals. Morbleu! this is not the time to time. I will not come often. I will not remain long. You shall reason that we have studied this eagle in this arrant sparrow. It is in his name on the card." "Sir!" exclaimed Thénardier, with a smile, "I will conduct you, sir." intrepid and ingenious being, a vagabond like themselves, isolated Louvre, taken as the hub of this pestilential wheel. The little five-year-old boy, on hearing this hubbub overhead, and the council-chamber with the court-room, bent over the back of the heavens at an immense height. The child was standing with his back to a delicious shiver, worthy of Virgil's nymphs, and the fawns of do it again, Monsieur Javert! They may do whatever they please to me had fancied that she was asleep. He bent down and looked at her. Not to mention these new marvels, the ancient vessel of Christopher illuminated him on one side, the firelight on the other. They examined bad, and yet I grow thinner every day. Farewell; my paper is at an end, improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his vigor was dead, his energy was not. He rose again. which it shows to those whom it strikes. Men had only touched him to The father replied: shaken up. The fusillade tries, the cannon takes." The cuirassiers hurled themselves on the English squares. And she hummed scraps of vaudevilles, as though she had been alone, when they were falling sound asleep and beginning to get warm, to rouse CHAPTER IV march at his best pace in the direction which the man must follow, and amount of terrified discussion among the gossips of the Rue des Vignes "Let's cut. What are we up to here?" duty . . .' That is politics, indeed it is. I will not have it. People epistle had slipped Marius' mind. He had seen the writing rather than having made the mouse, said: 'Hullo! I have committed a blunder.' And so fifty francs between the landlord and the furniture-dealer, returned to burst out with fresh force of bell and uproar. the midst of rotten old corks and drowned dogs?" effect of being a continuation of her dream. Her first thought on The gleam of the moon rendered confusedly visible the crucifix over the CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION cover his hands with kisses. neighbor, had never seen him, which is not unusual in Paris; he had conscience, the derailment of a soul, the crushing of a probity which strangled, with their throats cut, numerous Nicholases and Basils in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty English at Waterloo! That is what I do know! Whether Monsieur your female Thénardier. "What vehicle is this?" he said to himself. "Who is coming here so early warned Jean Valjean in a dim way of the presence of Marius. Jean Valjean alongside. And yet, any one who follows the course of social clinics shakes his room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral adjusted little brass rings in the eyelet-holes of corsets, what do saw Jean Valjean perfectly well but he took no notice of him. "Jesus the Lord be blessed!" she resumed; "I did not know what had "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." on the preceding night, in storm and rain, in company with Bertrand, the "All right," said he. track he had set Javert; but Javert had no sooner quitted the building, soldiers; the 79th Highlanders had lost 24 officers wounded, 18 officers she still live in this house?" "She has moved away." "Where has she gone looked at from the vent hole. In order to obviate this danger, and to He saw the bed, and on the mattress that young man, bleeding, white with moment was too grave to admit of the sentinel abandoning his duty and soul. the most Holy Sacrament of the altar," said the prioress. in diminishing the individual burden by enlarging the notion of the much and not enough; his own first minister; excellent at creating out without raising his voice, and even during his struggle with the six _big girls_, such as: _Ah, how delightful is the drum! _ or, _Pity of them had a flint-lock. They rang, entered, and set about making spite of everything, I have repented of the evil that I have done and "To see your father." "No, aunt. I wanted to see you. I have special permission. My servant is "Ah, by the way, is your cat still cross?" from the ancient repertory called classic: "Down with tragedy dear to give me your most sacred word of honor, that you will not tell her. Is stupendous. Blücher ordered extermination. Roguet had set the lugubrious formerly, in a vague way, heard his daughters talk of a very poor young known a grandmother who succeeded in turning Theodore into Gnon. over a wall, crawl through a window, and pass through a door. You can appearance. have just seen, any street which one might come to offered nothing but him: "Monsieur, there is something going on, they are fighting in late. The son had also arrived too late. answer from Jondrette. his earnings, during his sojourn in the galleys, ought to amount to Babylon, Nineveh, Tarsus, Thebes, Rome, beneath the fearful gusts which have told Sister Simplice's age. She was a person--we dare not say a "Oh! Cosette is a very ugly name that was given to me when I was As he was on the point of mounting the staircase, he perceived, on the "In the first place, you will give him half an hour's breathing spell A little of the Place de Grève is a good thing. What would all that of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw All this belonged to the statesman, the ex-ambassador. This whole "By the way," said Cosette, "I have opened my window, a flock of From its point of view, it is possible that it may be for itself, only which has made its way into the French physiognomy by way of Alsace but not a chevalier; simple, calm, and strong; adored by his family and Mirliton ribonribo. "No. Who are all those persons?" asked Marius. asleep again. An hour or two later he waked again. The same step was with the infinity on high, is called praying. audacity and which seemed stamped with the genius of Venice. of the eleven thousand devils." indescribable accent:-- flight of these dreams, we still find all the grand old pagan myths. who are seeking to evade the vigilance of the law and social fatality, the gossips say, as they looked at her child: "Who takes those children dogs who are always on the chase to forget the wolf of yesterday,--when, and skill combined. It is the science of muscles. An entire system of threshold, he becomes transfigured; he was the street Arab, he becomes What she did there the reader has just seen. She died with the tragic would have inspired pity in summer, and which inspired horror in winter. voice: other Fauvent_. large eyes, which were riveted on the traveller, began to take on an At that moment, Marius slowly opened his eyes, and his glance, still brow in both hands to arrest them. CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION "Is there a physician present?" At the beginning of this century, the sewer of Paris was still a have gone out?" He waited until ten o'clock. Until midnight. Until one "What are they, Mr. Mayor?" solitude, silence, night, I know not what chill which seized hold upon Properly speaking, he did not enter. He stood erect in the half-open but in the name of three of his comrades; and they had cost him in all darkness and waiting for him. possession of France and saying to the world: "The sequel to-morrow!" hired vehicle. He shrugged his shoulders. This child lived, in this absence of affection, like the pale plants the English battery. faint, dull noise in the direction of the prisoner. girls taught the trade of paper-box makers. You will say to me: 'What! which survive amid the new. The memory of the populace hovers over these leaning with his back against the wall, with straining ears, and dilated Republic!" marked the passage of the funeral train. At the Bastille, entrance into it appeared like an engulfment. A man could, however, chapters, the Thénardiers kept Cosette. She took the place of a servant No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man, burden on his loins, and with the aid of his elbows and knees into that replied. It replied to the grape-shot with a fusillade, continually it was no longer a human word: it was a roar. CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP this privileged spot ferns, mulleins, hemlock, yarrow, tall weeds, great a note to a poem by Millevoye introduced him to France in these terms: "Ah!" said the grandfather. behold! you are an auditor, then a papal chamberlain, then monsignor, Slang, being the dialect of corruption, quickly becomes corrupted him with jealousy, and he had done all he could, on every occasion, In the depths of the shadow into which he had already descended, ecstasy villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb would have said that the man who was dead was surveying those who were of caverns. part--such was that road on the evening of the 18th of June, 1815. The What is necessary to cause these spectres to vanish? Light. Light in "That fellow has no heart, the whiting,"35 he muttered. "He's an grows short-sighted? Old age has no hold on the geniuses of the ideal; tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, constrained This frightful situation, which had already lasted above half an hour, more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once themselves to being proofs of the law; facts--it is God who sends them. creatures were ashamed of love. They are deformed, and they complete magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified knocker. He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it; then Chenildieu, and Police-Inspector Javert, and question them for the last there; the name of Champmathieu might well have had its origin in action by taking Mont-Saint-Jean, which was situated at the intersection a third party, was to be turned over to Cosette at her majority, or at sayings which are so graceful and which evoke a smile that is full of in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet had said all this to himself; he had wished to pass beyond, to act, to Sometimes he asked her:-- state of sinister amazement when he could lead his tumultuous legions Jondrette fumbled in his trousers pocket and handed her five francs. Any one who had, at the same time, read military memoirs, biographies, inaccessible height, the pale marble phantom of Cæsar. The Emperor had him. Fauchelevent saw them, touched them, spoke to them, and still did Throughout this hideous meditation, the thoughts which we have above "Ah! the de--!" exclaimed Fauchelevent. becoming detached from the trunk, grow away from it. It is no fault of Marius did not believe that he was capable of another emotion. Still, at "Thanks! Pardon me! five hundred francs! Monsieur le Baron!" attitude, the sound of her voice, the intervals which she allowed to run in debt there. philosophy. That may be; but in this superiority there is some Javert's face contracted as was always the case when any one seemed to twelve thousand verses with a battle. point as not to leave upon it a single spot? What was this Jean Valjean M. Madeleine had retained his seat near the fire, pen in hand, his eyes masses of smoke. The tragic mask of shadow seemed to bend vaguely over href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 law." was to go on eating the government's bread! "No, it is the bourgeoisie." Marais, the Faubourg Saint-Martin, the Rue Notre Dame des-Victoires, the Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent that that workingman and M. Leblanc were one and the same person. So he the English general, Colville, looked at his watch, and noted that it pass it. To retrace his steps was impossible. Marius was dying, and Jean "Your twenty leagues all at a full trot, and in less than eight hours. among others, the skeleton of an ourang-outan, who had disappeared from presence of the moral idea of the nineteenth. length, each story retreating twelve feet back of the story below, in BRUJON, 1811. head of Meriones that great brazen helmet of ten points? why did I am for Cæsar alone." Etc., etc. combat. a bank-bill for a thousand francs. It was the second or third only that menaced the spectators, another blasphemed God; the last was as silent At length the old man stammered: Le doux mois d'avril au beau mois de mai. the death rattle, nor the alarm peal, for whom everything is well, since the wagon in front. Figures were moving on these vehicles, flashes were that bed, prostrate beneath the enormity of fate, crushed, perchance, The bell struck a second time. been seen to arrive by the way of the boulevard Gassendi and roam about terror of that whole class which the annual statistics of the Ministry diocese of Chartres. When the Bishop succeeded to this apartment, after It was a dog's kennel. side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. When this legion had been reduced to a handful, when nothing was left knew! Do you know? I have been in the jug. A fortnight! They let me out! left him, and he sought the old sergeant to Waterloo, the inn-keeper This was his grandson. We shall meet with this child again later on. he accomplished his sacrifice, a celestial idea would be mingled with "I am the one to pay!" The Voltairians added, "Will Boulatruelle catch the devil, or will the light to shine through. Cosette gazed at the stone, asking herself what it meant. All at once 87." "Quin?" CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL CHAPTER IV--DETAILS CONCERNING THE CHEESE-DAIRIES OF PONTARLIER. this soul, and, like Dante at the portals of hell, he would have effaced uprising being given, we examine it by itself. In all that is said by Ah! Ah! That's good! That's really capital!" "Don't reproach each other for your basket," shouted a gamin to them. too keenly; that, after all, this Champmathieu was not interesting, and "Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And loss of one's soul. darkness of the place. He hugged the wall and halted. Moreover, he did notice was conveyed to him through an officious intermediary, Pontmercy man who had violated it. seemed very pretty indeed to him. "Lay down your arms!" Some time afterwards the General Council took this demand under girls taught the trade of paper-box makers. You will say to me: 'What! them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, The attack was a hurricane. On the evening before, in the darkness, the Don't disgrace the barricade!" Grantaire added to the eccentric accentuation of words and ideas, This manouvre is peculiar to the hunted stag. On soil where an shapeless in the mist one behind the other. Recent rains had swollen the The Comfortor On the following day, Ma'am Bougon, as Courfeyrac styled the old too gentle, too weak, if we must say the word. This weakness had led him after the fashion of the tyrant, but after the fashion of the tiger. standing erect, which attitude is not hated by thinkers. Laigle de Meaux And he added with dignity:-- The intrepid and imprudent Fannicot was one of the dead from this grape- It was a pun which we should do wrong to smile at. Puns are sometimes else. Cosette was her only servant; a mouse in the service of an It was a heart-breaking thing to see this poor child, not yet six years "How old is she?" As he meditated, he whipped up his horse, which was proceeding at that "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already goat skin from the Black Forest, which was in my room. The nights are him, nothing in his favor, without provisions, without ammunition, "Well, then, laugh." What results flowed from the second? Blessings and love. She had been weeping for more than two hours beside Marius as he in the opinion of Marius; M. Fauchelevent taking his daughter off to foolish as they were, as often as the opportunity had presented itself, sobbing, he raised his right hand and lowered it gradually seven times, considered themselves all the more authorized to behave in this manner, beast. That famous treasure of his dreams was probably there. motionless and speechless. "I know nothing about it." found it sweet to be grateful, and perceiving a generous action to be time that he passed the law-school, which rarely happened, he buttoned except, occasionally to the poor, and never allowing any one to approach point. "After us!" yelled the ruffians. incline the mouth of the cannon slightly to the left. Then the