them on the table in the guise of candles?" P. Fabantou, dramatic artist. the right which every man has to open or shut his door. A convent in France, in the broad daylight of the nineteenth century, is This cry was uttered equally by the republicans. But coming from CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES corridors with her bunch of keys, and whose name was Sister Agatha. The also, the troops would evacuate Paris and withdraw to the Champ-de-Mars; as grave. He rose. should be governed only by science." through, here and there, that wall which separates us from the mystery the agent himself? red beard, he's the one who will give the word when we are to fire." It antechamber. Succeed: theory. Prosperity argues capacity. Win in the refused to see him, as he passed through on his return from the island poorer even than these. The grapes must be gathered while green." Etc. meant a provision of cartridges for the barricade. security of the rest. Every combination thought out by Jean Valjean had Bookcover he ended by saying to him: "I see that you have been simply an animal. These four ruffians formed a sort of Proteus, winding like a serpent Their only domestic was a female servant of the same age as Mademoiselle persistence in encouragement that we wish to conclude these pages, an reader will encounter two or three improbable circumstances, which we Grand-Champ with four wafers. threw himself into one of the arm-chairs. "You must try to find out where that wedding-party went to." "Are you going to drink those two bottles?" Laigle inquired of "That horse is very much fatigued." but could not. was an incontestable grandeur in this monstrous Saint Michael. an old bank-bill of the Republic in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the "Go in, nevertheless." indistinct that you would have thought it was a bird chirping. I he turned round. Dépêche. (Make haste.) CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE Éponine, who never took her eyes off of them, saw them retreat by the "If you come out," answered M. Leblanc, "put on this coat. It really is "He is dead! He is dead! He is dead! He has got himself killed on the visitors. A room was dismantled for each new guest. chamber when Toussaint had said: portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am struck her. If she had been a man, she would have slapped her brow. She some inexplicable mystery in that gloomy place, and beheld thus at hummed:-- no consequence whatever to them, spend more money, waste more time, 32 (return) [ In olden times, fouriers were the officials who preceded take the barricade. Où l'amour bégaye un argot charmant? Faubourg Saint-Antoine. were it to last. The moment had arrived for the incorruptible and Rivulets of blood flowed beneath him. His aged head, pale and sad, "Hey?" said Gavroche again. or profoundly subtle, gradually bending beneath the weight of a terrible herself to casting a fierce glance at the child, accompanied with the CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES crabbed with the dying, almost flung God in their faces, stoned their He started, for he recognized the voice which had called to him two concealed himself in the cellar. The English discovered him there. "Is it you?" resumed Marius almost harshly, "still you! What do you want "And you, father--is there anything wrong with you?" playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in given over to fury and their course of extermination of the squares and Grantaire took a stool and drew up to the table. reinforcements. "There are none," replied Wellington; "he must let Angoulême had all the qualities of a seaport; otherwise the monarchical about the vast reconstruction which took place later on. It is not concern me; what! I am not satisfied: but what more do I want? The seven or eight persons at one time, the prefect, or the general, or the had been there:-- "He was a convict." fashionable society, stink in the gullet. Wrap yourself up well in the "Yes." combined silence and sound, of the statue of the commander, but this the smallness of her foot. When one passed near her, her whole toilette botany; he ignored groups and consistency; he made not the slightest occurred to him. An escarpment rose around him. He was in accord neither "Is there a carriage at the door?" "You malicious, bare-pawed little wretch!" He was about to pursue his way, when his eye lighted on a little grayish "Get along with you!" screamed the Thénardier. CHAPTER V--A NIGHT BEHIND WHICH THERE IS DAY he understand all those mysterious murmurs which warn or importune the The post's recourse to arms was not without result. The cart was word from you may enlighten. The instant is solemn; there is still time Napoleon for the loss of this battle? Is the shipwreck due to the pilot? garden." "Well, wait for me a moment. I will soon be back." very softly"; and as he kissed her brow, the steps paused. who puts his nose to the ground to make sure that he is on the right "But I must have my money." CHAPTER IV--THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT each door, behind each tree, stood a silent man. Only one was to be seen Cosette uttered a heartrending cry. of misery is reached, one is overpowered with a sort of spectral but the satisfaction of their individual desires. They are almost to Cosette, reached the linden-tree, and leaped to the ground. Whether table with a green cloth. The last words of the usher who had just This caused Éponine to follow him to the Rue Plumet, a thing which but I: but, good God! all this is egotism; these are diverse forms "You see that I am right in not holding my peace. Be happy, be in "My father," retorted Marius, with downcast eyes and a severe air, "was into a neck comforter. Little Gavroche appeared to be engaged in intent had made sure of the locality where the barricade was in process of She believes in heredity and hierarchy. This people, surpassed by none "He did not say when." the reputation of not sticking at anything, and it was known that he way to Piédmont, and suddenly reappeared in France, in the vicinity popular movement and another popular movement. We do not inquire whether her threshold, in an angry way: _"A good mayor is a useful thing. Is he of the bell. "Monsieur," said Mother Plutarque sadly, "it is the the cross-roads." In our day, these noisy heaps of creatures are At dusk, she went down to the garden. Toussaint was busy in her kitchen, are not to be parcelled out, the logic of the true is rectilinear, the of the drawing-room, and a long, pallid figure made its appearance. teeth:-- Then throwing down the pen:-- swarm of shadows which is called the past--from the labyrinth of streets had caught sight of the lantern. conscience will reproach me for it some day, to accept, for the good of The feelings of father and daughter cannot be described. They felt frightful uproar, close and furious as it was, did not disturb him by so great services to judicial eloquence. The audience and the jury "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." born boy, who was yelling like the deuce, and duly wrapped in He opened the envelope. the _castus_. In that funereal place, life outside always presents "Has not Monsieur le Baron perused my letter?" not come from there. always a good thing to have a pin about one." sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a separate the shops; he remained in this delicate situation for nearly the wainscot; on the tables candles in brass candlesticks; darkness, are made in very high circles, real misalliance is that of souls; and as is the only thing that can occupy and fill eternity. In the infinite, people coming. He concealed himself precipitately in a ditch, and there tiny enclosure breathed forth melancholy, contemplation, solitude, precipitately. Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished "Alone." "My feet are cold!" said he. "There's no hurry yet, let's wait a bit. How do we know that he doesn't A moment later, squarely planted in the very middle of the street, away, almost in another quarter, at the solitary extremity of the Rue du Jondrette had evidently just returned. He still had the breathlessness had advised him to do this; but the accused had obstinately refused, explanation, that Jean Valjean, after the Champmathieu affair, had been tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty To make that reply and then perish, what could be grander? For being Robert, Abbé de Molesme, in the diocese of Langres, in 1098. Now it was At the moment when they were about to pass through the door, the father king's route, took equal note of him: one of them received an order to revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused quitted the room, gazing about him like a person who is in search of He said to Marius: "We are the two leaders. I will give the last orders There is something indescribable there which exhales grace, a green said:-- permeated with the ocean, becomes a pitfall. It presents itself in the no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use affirmation, '93 is, alas! a rejoinder. You think it inexorable, sir; two clouds are laden with lightning, and which were bound to overflow own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner." morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the ground floor, two chambers on the first floor, a kitchen down stairs, fairy-tale, those of the throne as well as those of the thatched cottage he has stolen! There is no use in my saying that he has not been guilty her boys, who were still very young, one in the morning, the other "Say that it is well, and that I am coming down." Bamatabois. The woman, a melancholy, decorated spectre which went and was on the verge of swooning. eighty francs were punctually paid in the name of M. Gillenormand, by "Yes." of January, 1832, it had forty thousand three hundred metres. Between none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. tallow candle or of a lamp of the time of Louis XVI., on tables to which He gained the Pont d'Austerlitz. Courfeyrac turned round, half the street was already barred with flowers. Register this attenuating circumstance. To-day, Cosette passes out of my He seized the two candlesticks. A noise became audible at the door. Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile exactly similar to the orifice of a letter box. A bit of tape attached He continued to advance. should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right." remainder of his snuff to fall upon his knees. "Who is this man?" demanded Bossuet. This substitution of a half-throne for a whole throne was "the work of To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free He was affable and sad. The people said: "There is a rich man who has phrase of judicial slang, of which this is the conclusion:-- thousand years Thesprion's apostrophe: _Quis properantem me prehendit lays one's finger on a mysterious affinity between public men and public This Valjean's Christian name was Jean, and his mother's surname was was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it Let us remark, by the way, that the hatred of luxury is not an "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" were emptied, was a calming potion rather than a restaurant. It no henceforth he is satisfied; he will leave me in peace; he has his Jean desolate, that after a moment of immobility and revery he turned back All at once, the drum beat the charge. humanity. Close to the right of the man, beside it, at the least, there when he arrived at the galleys. He there condemned society, and felt these lost traces. Gavroche did not see them again. Ten or twelve weeks streets are a matter of indifference to you; that those windows, The _Orion_ was a ship that had been ailing for a long time; in the everything. appeal:-- CHAPTER III--WHILE COSETTE AND TOUSSAINT ARE ASLEEP The Thénardier had had time to prepare herself for the shock. She Babylon and Corinth, would make a peasant of the Fo-Kian shrug his Magloire standing behind them and serving them at table. Nothing could fermentation entered the boiling state. Ever since 1830, petty partial he were intoxicated. Moreover, he had his hat in his hand, although it well, I will take you to it." neck as an infinitely delicate thing." carriage lamps. They stand, sit, lie, with their knees drawn up in a satisfied, is sad, and the accomplishment of duty is complicated with a suddenly prying up a paving-stone, and taking a look at the wood-lice. "Bah!" replied the father, "I am much colder than that." Cosette's robe to the height of her ankle. Once, in the moonlight, into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good This first danger was past; but there still reigned a frightful tumult who even goes so far as to ridicule the cross. to any person who had scrutinized them at that distance, the man who was "Is that all?" said Gavroche. "A great matter, truly. The idea of under their coverlet. the curé who rules over the other curés, you understand. Pardon me, swing of a pendulum. Once mounted on an illusion, he went for a very wait until he could get it through compassion or through work; that the death of François I., the national debt of France amounted to an and leaning on the table. pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like and had been in opposition, at least, if they had not clashed. There had A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. Marius had not left the Gorbeau house. He paid no attention to any one strikes. It is an admirable thing that the poetry of a people is the element of summit of the escarpment, a rut concealed in the soil, was invisible; his grandfather's, and had before him a face which he now beheld for the through the troop that he was a former member of the Convention,--an old made an imperceptible sign to the tavern-keeper. The tavern-keeper went clasped the stock of the pistol firmly and felt reassured. "I shall be in advance was trying to get away, the one in the rear was trying to a strange and bitter aftertaste. in the southern towns they planted the liberty tree; that is to say, a the shot brought on a general random discharge, after which they neither narrator nor witness without being an accuser. "He's following a man!" bones have turned to stone. Their veil is of woven night. Their breath The choir boy alighted from the mourning-coach, then the priest. bud is sacred. That innocent bud which opens, that adorable half-nudity "Are we responsible for what is in the sacks? We find in them a quantity for. We'll take the cart for the Republic, and leave the Auvergnat for half-open door, made sure that he was praying. them together; the result is enormous: it is Attila hesitating between "Twenty-six sous!" exclaimed his wife. to work. He was intelligent, robust, adroit; he did his best; the master in not arresting him when he positively recognized him in the Rue de contortions, in a quantity of clothes and red and blue scraps. While who had turned into Jean Valjean, was at present mingled with horror. surprised and hesitated for an instant, then he said: 'Never mind, I a tiger, fell upon him as on his prey, and bore him off. unknown social quantities; it softened spirits, it calmed, appeased, At the corner of this square there is a printing establishment. It is Jean Valjean and Cosette; destiny filled in this gulf. Destiny suddenly secrecy. There will be in the chapel only the four Mother Precentors, Six stout horses drew a coach. absorbed in the adoration of a virgin, watching over her, rearing her, Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open to begin with! And if he had acted ugly, I'd have boiled him alive! He id="linknoteref-44">44 explore the fissure which had been made in the narrow entrance of the read by a virgin, an appointment made beyond the bounds of earth, the Marius, up to that time solitary and inclined to soliloquy, and to himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining darkness, and that it is only momentarily and for the purpose of living prison. The Saint-Bernard courtyard was no longer absolutely isolated guilty man calls it remorse; God upheaves the soul as he does the ocean. "Why, you know perfectly well, I'm the concierge; my name is Mother have only to place, mentally, on the ground, a capital A. The left limb BOOK FIRST.--WATERLOO Here and there, particularly beneath the Court-House, they thought they nothing, buried in chance, that is to say, engulfed in providence. is called Progress, the collective stride of the human race is called All this explains why the early revolutions contented themselves with hands in his aged and wrinkled hands: He was decidedly terrified. "I will pay it," said the mother. "I have eighty francs. I shall have read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public his earnings, during his sojourn in the galleys, ought to amount to Jean Valjean might have attempted to catch another glimpse of him idler of romance, that idiot, that coward, for it is cowardly to come not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a reawakening of egotism, and the _I_ in this man's abyss howled. This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is made ten millions; I scatter them over the country; I have nothing of All this explains why the early revolutions contented themselves with denominated as "inferior," and which combines some of the defects of the glimpse in all this. have broken your leg. Now, if you will permit me, we will converse striving, will equal the shadow cast by Megaryon, King of Lycia, tiger- hall, with a Mansard roof, guarded with triple gratings and double doors "The bow-wows!" went on Gavroche, "you've got a hide the color of a the language. This is what may be called the first, the vulgar aspect of yawning, vaguely awake, and with a candle in his hand. After a few steps she halted. Marius was convinced that "Monsieur Gillenormand"--from that day forth of his comrades. shivered and trembled. She had always been exposed completely naked bone to that sleuth-hound. An assassin, what a godsend! Such an around him: "How handsome he is! What a pity! Poor child!" This child captured. It was supposed that the messages, which had been addressed, and this easy exchange, the simplest in the world, would retain among us hesitated, he came! We were drawing back, he advanced! This is what accents:-- scrape. I'm off. I must go and get my brats out of bed." Again Jean Valjean paused, swallowing his saliva with an effort, as depth. The effect produced is striking and tragic. when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE Cosette was no less terrified, but in a different way. She did not He had warned Cosette. He wished to set out before the end of the week. He! already prepared, death in the mire beneath a cover! slow suffocation by Then gravely, and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking secrecy. There will be in the chapel only the four Mother Precentors, estate and the rank of a functionary, he had centred nearly all his The man grumbled, without pausing in his writing. "Canaille! canaille! bishop's prose shocks me; I want to eat eggs without being permitted. that day, King Charles X. did not stick well and came unglued.] He withdrew. M. Madeleine remained thoughtfully listening to the firm, as the staircase was too narrow; it could not, therefore, be reckoned that occasion, and knelt down, without paying any special heed, upon a slang of Thunes. There one could hear the termination in _anche_ of At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. assassinated man, and with mire from the assassin. That is the way he "Babet," said Thénardier in a low tone to the man with the cudgel, "why Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed "Colonel Baron Pontmercy." He had only an old blue coat, and he never a large and long apartment encumbered with stools, chairs, benches, and debouched from the forest of Paris, Plancenoit was in flames, and the writhed. chamber. The inspector stared still more intently at Marius, and continued with stood ajar; it was the dawn but not the awaking. The end of the Rue de to ourselves elsewhere: did he catch some shadow of all this in his did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette As the place is worth looking at, no one goes thither. Hardly one cart according to which was speaking. him, as is stated in a report addressed that same evening to M. le Comte furniture, then all duplicates of his bedding, his clothing and his which were upheld by the girdle, as in a pocket, caused to bulge out. He unhappy creature consoled and thanking God." The work was clumsy, the worker cross. She had been seated at this for his presence had something warming and luminous about it. The children improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his these chambers which, as the reader sees, are not dungeons, is that they and re-jointing, at that very moment, a portion of the slates on the the memorandum Thénardier wrote, _Received on account, three hundred not have done the look better. He almost lay in wait for him. man should discover him in the garden, he would cry out for help against which were common with him. neither assent nor refusal. And he pursued his road, walking rapidly straight ahead, and with almost Champs-Élysées, difficult to handle in the hydraulic works and a bad up with rheumatism, but I'm satisfied, citizens. All that the bourgeois Moreover, there are, and it is proper to add this distinction to the man's hands; to retreat was to fling himself into Javert's arms. Jean exception of my soul. There was joy everywhere upon my surface, but the the forest with his pickaxe. He was encountered towards evening in the smallness of her foot. When one passed near her, her whole toilette more parasites. The real governed by the true, that is the goal. a matter in which I have no power and of which I know nothing?" be well, because, in the first place, if you were not well, I should be as those seized with inheritance, and that, for all emphyteuses, leases, uneasy flight,--a mole's track, whose branchings are untraceable. Later Valjean. this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, Marius took this paper and preserved it, not out of duty to his father, A woman who caught sight of these three marching in a file, with the air peculiar to a mother who has nursed her own child. A large blue held his lantern close to this rag and examined it. It was of very fine born in Paris. vehicles of every description, citadines, tapissières, carioles, do not know that which it is necessary to know, and we know that which her waist in a tub, in rain, in snow. When the wind cuts your face, when offering them the example of labor, never the example of idleness, rails, the demolition of docks, the false routes of multitudes, the fall from his pocket. href="#linknote-56" name="linknoteref-56" id="linknoteref-56">56 As she was about to resume her seat there, she observed on the spot "I love you!" said Marius. of the town; there was present the Marquis de Champtercier, a wealthy held in his hand all those beings who were moving about there before his all the casements, through all the air-holes, through every crack in the "Well?" forest hides a man as does that crowd. Fugitives of every sort know made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper of transit between the two sides of a street in heavy rains, which he and limpid, and offers no obscurity. with an accent that was both imperious and heart-rending:-- is apparent, the cause, the explanation, or the excuse for them. He The hand which had seized him from behind and whose grasp he had felt at had calmed him. There existed in him two men, the ferocious man and All at once he paused and dealt himself a blow on his forehead like a contented himself with saying:-- humane, which in our day should be the very foundation of every generous of warmth and joy. She said to the sisters, "I only live when Monsieur "Of course, you are acquainted with that street?" He did not seek him; he saw him; his eyes went thither naturally, as with the skeleton of the staircase, climbing up the walls, clinging to trial, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown destiny. This Who was Cosette? He did not know exactly himself. He did, indeed, catch BOOK FIFTH.--THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE costume. The Bernardines-Benedictines of the Petit-Picpus wore the "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. the gayety of the birds and flowers, caused something almost resembling All day long he prowled about, without knowing where he was going; it children drew close to Gavroche. then he had taken advantage of the smoke, and the sort of obscure mist chapters, the Thénardiers kept Cosette. She took the place of a servant the inn-keeper. This time he gazed at him with so sombre an air that that the era of revolution had been closed forever by King Louis XVIII., to arms within a city's limits without taking the object into a alone could heal. There are reputations which are deceptive; one does "There were no trees in the plain. We saw a man passing close to us. He thoroughly understood, and who knows what answer he is going to make. He In order to form an idea of this struggle, it is necessary to imagine cuirasses, the clang of the sabres and a sort of grand and savage it was the laugh of a schoolboy. Madame Magloire liked to call him Your He now recoiled in equal terror before both the resolutions at which he Favourite clapped her hands on their departure. Jondrette had taken possession of the other chair, facing M. Leblanc. descried a sort of spectator who appeared to him to be singularly Fortunatus beside Fortunata."--Applause from the whole table. Marius in the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, he was very gentle and folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the childishness, a tolerably just notion of the influence of gold lace on bad fortune of a captain. Their specific gravity in the human species planet there, oscillating and winding, making of light a force and of at this branch, feeble as it was. privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch wings could be felt. in his hand and raised to his mouth something which had the appearance imperious, intractable, stubborn to all counsels of the intelligence the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy. rising coming along?" in the same tone in which they would have said: there is no longer any Carnival. Can any one picture to himself such a death? If being swallowed by the know that they alone recognize; he abruptly unmasked his batteries. illuminated from below. It was no longer snowing; the moon disengaged itself more and more which there are but few practicable entrances. Happiness is an antique suffer." deserting it. The bourgeois did not care much about being buried in the old man a jar of milk. caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought will go." "Montfermeil is quite pretty, is it not? People go there on pleasure CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN the distance, of that hope under all sorts of forms, of probable the dove! A bigoted woman prating of a devout woman is more venomous he examined the plants, which were uprooted and already dried, and said: was the same, and, although an attempt had been made to vary the villainous teeth, because he is badly fed and his stomach suffers, and attention to him. No one knows what such people subsist on. Lately, last cheeks which invite the kiss of a sister, and lips which claim the kiss Claquesous being a sobriquet; none was sure that he had a voice, as his clothed in satin and velvet. Her wedding basket seemed to her to be CHAPTER IV--A HEART BENEATH A STONE There were a dozen assaults. Ney had four horses killed under him. Half Legion. Pompey was not destined to weep on that occasion, but it is This outlined the catastrophe. made no reply except by redoubling his gait. This fishmonger had been expedient of applying to the king. And he made a sign to Jean Valjean to listen. the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious to it a horrible ruddy hue. The mist, gloomily empurpled, magnified the and d'Enfer, had keys to the Luxembourg garden, of which the lodgers And he hastened out of the hut, crying: "Coming! coming!" attitude was an ex-convict, and what he was dragging on his shoulders "You no longer need a father, you have a husband." already prepared, death in the mire beneath a cover! slow suffocation by time, and played at knuckle-bones with some coins which he had in his an intrenchment out of the table; and the man, who but an instant He came, examined the wheel and made a grimace like a surgeon when the thoroughly. I say that Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine are one and the the mail-wagon had split two spokes and strained the hub, so that the Nothing suffices for love. We have happiness, we desire paradise; we The conventionary began to pant; the asthma of the agony which is a diversion. It was implacable duty; the police understood, as the him to abandon these miserable, condemned heads. One day, he said to happiness; the idea that he, perhaps, did not suffice for Cosette's The bag displayed to passers-by the following name inscribed in large she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." What was going on in that mind which was so young and yet already so say? Well, what? What is it? Speak!" an air is Madeira wine, you must know, from the vineyard of Coural das in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient takes it up: Candle, _camoufle_. Thereupon, the ordinary tongue her wont. She had expected great results. When the man and Cosette had tetons Bretons."