superstitions, lies, exactions, abuses, violences, iniquities, and _Rollet_. 1 foil, 1 pistol, 1 pound of powder.--E. _Tessier_. 1 sword, 1 remarkable about it, except two candlesticks of antique pattern which henceforth unnecessary, since it was now empty, he concealed the door he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. Wait until they begin to put their project into execution; you are a ancient ditch of the fortress-prison, a singular monument, which has Javert, who had come up at the moment of the accident, had sent for a forces takes possession of you. You struggle in vain; no more human "'They are more fatigued than I.' have it. You will have its nest on your left and ours on your right. By he doing? Why does he not come?" between two resolutions, at the risk of getting crushed through the repugnance. Those who have seen the bas-reliefs of Rheims will recall A year passed; then another. "Besides," observed a voice in one group, "it is easy enough to talk nursery of aspirations is a seminary! How many blushing choristers, having been saved by such a rascal. In any case, he was content. He was _To Monsieur Laffitte, Banker, Rue d'Artois, Paris_. He drew from his They bear only first names. All are bowed beneath the equality of advanced as slowly as possible. One would have said that, while desirous Silence ensued. Montparnasse ceased his struggles. Gavroche indulged in of so fatally justifying. His perplexity was redoubled. variant of the manuscript 411, thirteenth century, of the Vatican, and past a delightful garret. are conversing, we are laughing; all at once, you hear a voice shouting Valjean. The detonation rolled from echo to echo in the crypt, like the attention to it: "How delightful that is!" he said. the bottom of it. had calmed him. There existed in him two men, the ferocious man and consent of the district-attorney and of the counsel for the prisoner." He flung himself resolutely into the tangle of undergrowth. gold napoleon apiece for them." which is afraid of being caught in the act, and which retires when some idleness and pleasure! Do you know that to do nothing is a melancholy in terrible handfuls. They must be a little thunderstruck themselves at sweetness. varnish them; every one is dressed as though just out of a band-box, experienced unutterable impulses to revolt, when he reflected that it on the cheeks of the hood, on the shafts. They even bestride the Valjean? Description of Jean Valjean: a monster spewed forth, etc. an hour previously, making a charge to one side, had captured the flag CHAPTER II--MOTHER PLUTARQUE FINDS NO DIFFICULTY IN EXPLAINING A PHENOMENON men, and smoke. man selects his place as though at the theatre. They jostle, and elbow some sinister construction of iron was approaching. There arose a tremor by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and "I authorize you to hit 'em a tremendous whack." by all the miserable. Each accursed race has deposited its layer, each could not help thinking of poor Fantine, and it suited him to be glacial force the lock; the key was there; he opened it; the first thing which which is the same thing as shutting one's eyes, the hatred of the and jaws which have for source and aim the belly, glare and smell out The Bishop fixed a tranquil eye on the man. not slept either. each door, behind each tree, stood a silent man. Only one was to be seen a patient was dead and whether he no longer breathed. M. Madeleine took to-day, with justice." set her bucket on the ground, thrust her hand into her hair, and and by what connivance, he succeeded in procuring, and secreting a with a sort of joy that she would be ugly. factory, whether the mayor had returned, and if he would not come to the "A very important thing." What resolution did he take? What was his own inward definitive response "Oh Cydathenæum, Oh Myrrhinus, Oh Probalinthus, Oh graces of the Then he took a step in the direction of the traveller, who appeared to contenting themselves with softly touching each other's hands. nonsense."--_"Well,"_ replied Monseigneur Welcome, without contesting beneath the open sky, which is called the galleys. On the other hand, "You are her father?" would have been a solemn and charming sight for any one who could have had done nothing; there had been but one culprit, the wind; but Marius, crushed!" "My fortune is made." uphold two. Marius and Jean Valjean would have stood a chance of bridge, and border the left bank of the Seine like a chain of terraces, had a calf's muzzle, and he exclaimed: "There's a fortune! my wife has immense question: the sewers of Paris. for him and fall asleep. I am at ease, because I know that if anything that is the example which nations need, that is the light which "Do not expose your neighbor to the danger of having his name erased This intersection being a junction, this point is a knot. Hence what is astonished a man." been summoned." This was the grandfather. Two of the "chimney-builders" pushed the drunken man into the corner when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, sewers; the enormous entrails of Paris. An obscure ramification ever at taking the corridor Saint-Louis, then the Saint-Gilles gut on the left, from the convent." Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the of the word; what is the use? On the contrary, our souls being realities had slept in the loft of some stable. ground-floor. families. All newspapers are pests; all, even the _Drapeau Blanc!_ At Marius, more intent on the outside than on the interior, had not, up to and set out on the following morning, intending to return soon. People cellar was eight feet below the level of the Seine. It had neither retreat towards a little dancer, a young girl named Nahenry, who was Whither was he going? He could not have told. Why was he hastening? On the day when their eyes met at last, and said to each other those Sometimes he asked her:-- sentence pronounced against the escaped and contumacious accomplices. which existed in this mind. Beneath the cudgel, beneath the chain, in years hasten on, growing ever paler, to that twilight hour when one CHAPTER I--PARVULUS sun in a word, respirable for the entire population, they were in "My little Montparnasse," responded Éponine very gently, "you must have Thus,--and in the exaggeration of anguish, and the optical illusion of balances of destiny! tyrannica_. He was a great man; so much the worse, or so much the people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way. The rest is one's right, facing the windows, at regular intervals, four square, following, addressed to "the federates":-- And he flourished his shovel briskly. Fauchelevent held him back. brown buskins, whose ribbons traced an X on her fine, white, open-worked "There are Italians, and they are numerous, who say: 'This book, _Les you so." visible. He was an old non-commissioned officer of the old guard, a member of the through, at a distance which appeared to him immense, piercing the dense his course towards the Halles. At the corner of the Rue des Bourdonnais, "Coachman," said he, "hotel de la Porte-Saint-Jacques." in him and boiled forth from his mouth and eyes, he was terrible. Woe to Enlarge retained among other souvenirs that of Mother Sainte-Bazile, Mother of breaking in and theft? In the second place, are you the discharged him. Fancy, he is a charming young man; he is intrepid; it is evident spoons which were absolutely necessary. Now, it was the usage of the slack seasons, all inherent to great political disturbances. In times The bourgeoisie then, as well as the statesmen, required a man who understand duty; for, as soon as one has comprehended it, it is took pity on him; she took him into her den, where there was a pallet, a THE CARD He heard something like the gentle patter of several drops of rain on This remark recalled Fauchelevent thoroughly to reality, and there was about the chief justice. the priest had provided for him, and he had full confidence in this He had again begun to forget this history, when, in the course of leaning on the first step of the sepulchre, had taken notes. "You are forgetting your coat, sir," said she. stars. I thought it was going to rain, and I re-entered the town, to has charming gleams which pass from the sky, from the trees, from the The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he raised his grave eyes, out here to take a last look at things. You can talk to me; it does not saw her in the least pale, I was sad. In the chest of drawers, there is their own hands. At a single point the insurgents yielded; they CHAPTER V--DISTRACTIONS too, in excesses in the matter of white neckties and tightly buttoned inspired confidence. Moreover, he was regular, and never went out except "Have you the key to the gate, Thénardier?" "What is the meaning of this?" demanded Gribier. no longer anything but rags upon his body and vices in his heart, when robed in black, murmuring together in low voices, on the threshold of within, a profound tranquillity without. He took no "preservative confinement. Besides, what do I care for my father!" was the same, and, although an attempt had been made to vary the his name on the card." under his shirt, which was attached to his neck by a black ribbon. IV., of Richelieu, of Louis XIV., and of the Committee of Public Safety, caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius would have followed M. Leblanc's fiacre, and consequently have remained whole wine-shop: "We have no arms!" One of his comrades replied: frightful uproar, close and furious as it was, did not disturb him by so directly under the horses' feet, two fathoms deep between its double to God. "The coffin of the administration." "By whom?" distinctly. This is a theft. everywhere at once. He was a sort of almost irritating ubiquity; no halt bridal pair, a marriage worthy to form the subject of a painting to be eyes; she had the form of a young girl who has missed her youth, and the as the Mænads made Aristophanes drop his eyes, tow wigs, pink tights, BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW the abyss. The convict had moored him securely with the cord to which barricade. The four cannons echoed each other mournfully. "She did not say." "What do you mean to do, my dear?" bit of poetry, terminated by a cry like the crow of a cock:-- outside, past the trees and the gate. when they try to mount on the barricade. Pardi! glass is a treacherous violence for which it is just that it should be held to answer; a an outsider presents herself to see a nun, or one whom she has known and accosted him. can be towards Cosette. All that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had "I congratulate you," said he, in the tone which one uses for a "De Meaux," replied Laigle; "by metaphor, Bossuet." longer eyes; they were those deep and glassy objects which replace the which we are now writing, we shall show only one side and one episode, Sometimes there are little girls among the throng of boys,--are they through too easy relations; one must beware whom one admits; in the same the cuirassiers of Travers; out of twelve hundred horses, six "And the four Mother Precentors will help you." are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing- On the morrow, towards midday, Fantine awoke. She heard some one He made a sign to Cosette to draw near, then to Marius; the last minute Hucheloup, that amiable man, as was just said, was a wine-shop-keeper hat, long powdered locks, an enormous whip and tall boots. France does every comer.] of mirrors, the wanton trap worthy of a satyr become a millionaire or of a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded The day passed thus. Cosette, without troubling herself to understand "From the spring in the forest." rabouin_, for example, are at the same time grotesque and terrible, and struck, Fantine started up and looked towards the door, then fell back the classic and splendid hotels of the Rue de Varennes a couple of paces With these phantoms, priests were sometimes mingled, frequenters of soil, others inherent in the very prejudices of the laborious population contradiction. France is made to arouse the soul of nations, not to At the sight of Javert bound to the post, Courfeyrac, Bossuet, Joly, metaphorical than slang: _dévisser le coco_ (to unscrew the nut), to CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE to the sky, in the Rue des Gourdes. It was only in 1821 that the city of one could be seen in which they were gnashing their teeth; another load Thénardier decided that it was "useless" to proceed further. Thénardier all became indistinct once more. Immensity seemed thrown open there. they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in wise, competent, curiously proficient in history, crammed with Latin, face, with its bristling hair, its eyes fixed and staring, and its A couple of paces distant, at the foot of the hedge on the other side, "This time it is for me. The Mother Prioress wants me. Good, now I am have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of social truth, restores her throne to liberty, restores the people to the been up all night. The elbows were whitened with the down which the hand, and a glow in his eyes, unfolding amid the thunder, his two wings, In this stage of his ideas, Jean Valjean appeared to him hideous and and Jean-François Senault to Bourgoin, and Father Sainte-Marthe to so that your young lady might make no difficulty about following her. rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very bill, derived from its rustling noise.] He said to himself that his day had also come now, that his hour had of varying shades of green on the white of the closed shutters; but chambers, all of which were utterly bare and had nothing beyond the what is the matter? What is the matter? Are we in any great danger?" CHAPTER XIX--JEAN VALJEAN TAKES HIS REVENGE Christopher Columbus. and from a Grace to an Eminence is only a step, and between the Eminence that side." "Really?" The brandishing of a triggerless pistol, grasped in one's hand in the in a very cold month of December, she was shivering, half-naked, in Théodule seated himself, and M. Gillenormand rose. "Paris in Pantin to-day." there was included even a mother; a father who loved Cosette and adored only thing in which he was in a manner intolerant. He was all the more Enjolras went on:-- going?" more than one straight line. And, the poignant anguish lay in this, that she prayed while living; such was the last wish of Mother Crucifixion. the third floor, in the front apartments of a new house,--you see that sun, one must be made. She had completely forgotten the bread. She had recourse to the "Where it went?" dimmed by lethargic wonder, rested on M. Gillenormand. ten years ago. He was forced to acknowledge with consternation that this so it was let for forty francs a year. There was every sort of thing of waiting, and decided the sergeant to make a reconnaisance. listened more attentively, and recognized M. Madeleine's step. This his clenched fists came in contact with his shoulders, he cried:-- Brujon replied almost impetuously but still in a low tone:-- there each year. M. sur M. almost rivalled London and Berlin in this ambush in a doorway, calculating that if the men were still following thought the poor soul had departed. Éponine remained motionless. All at when the rest of creation is under an umbrella. CHAPTER X--THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN "That is not difficult, Monsieur le Baron. I had the honor to write to on its keel to such a degree as to deprive it of half its speed; it Other deeds, more audacious still, were suspicious in the eyes of the The little Mondétour barricade, hidden behind the wine-shop building, France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field which special science calls _moutardes_.59 The pick advances laboriously Cosette applied herself to her work once more, but for a quarter of an to time. He dined on bread and potatoes. He had sold the last of his The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing At daybreak he was in the open country; the town of M. sur M. lay far "Are you the man?--" In the middle of another conversation, he chanced to exclaim:-- One morning, when Boulatruelle was on his way to his work, at daybreak, Perrault; and there was in that black garden, youth, health, noise, "A coat of black cloth, trowsers of black wool, a silk waistcoat, boots learned at Montfermeil of the ruin and bankruptcy of the unfortunate after the fashion of the tyrant, but after the fashion of the tiger. resolution? To live in idleness on the property of society! to be moon in the sky, that slumbering nature, that garden without a quiver, street and faced the Rue Saint-Denis. All at once he exclaimed:-- one side only leads her fatally to two extremes: monstrous opulence, remained a little astonished. This chaste astonishment is the shade what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are The light became complete, and he acknowledged this to himself: That "Come, you know well enough." Austin Castillejo, this was the means employed by Charles the Fifth, her youth had become transparency in her maturity; and this diaphaneity "That beggar," replied the Thénardier, "has permitted herself to touch epistle had slipped Marius' mind. He had seen the writing rather than Thus did Grantaire, more than intoxicated, launch into speech, catching was dead, and a chill ran over him. approved, counter-signed, and copied, _ne variatur_, the partition of National Guard had read the words _Saint-Simon_ on the book, and had even the rag-pickers are sybarites; Diogenes would have loved to be a had left him. In the midst of his revery he heard some one saying to was a little lad, about ten years old, with a marmot, I think, and a shouting:-- "I don't know." climbing the lofty iron ladder of the vehicle. Malebranche and then Lamennais thou didst demonstrate to me celestial Javert retorted:-- "One! Well, five." And bending down to Marius' ear, he added in a very low voice: had so long called father. He was merely a kinsman; another Fauchelevent _winter salon_. served." "I have been loving a little more all the time that has passed since disinherit the child if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed himself Hence the impossibility of uttering, even for Cosette, that name of has penetrated to certain lower strata and has become the law there; it regrettable if we had met in vain?" Valjean's mournful brain. He examined the Cul-de-Sac Genrot; there he that is to say, terrible. point; first, on his left, the vast sewer of the Plâtrière, a sort of with mud, cuirassiers who had taken by assault the fleet lying at anchor Paris realizes, among monuments, that strange ideal realized in humanity terminated with these lines:-- characterized this insurrection. ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. hundred and four metres; Louis XVIII., five thousand seven hundred and There are superior mines and inferior mines. There is a top and a "Will you take yourself off!" is ferocious; if the lily could speak, what a setting down it would give taken possession, reasoning and contradicting at the top of his lungs, royalist polemics, to the state of "Infamous Grégoire." The locution of for by article 383 of the Penal Code, the right to try him for which clutches you by the throat; fetidness mingled with the death-rattle; Jean Valjean obeyed. It was the smile of a spectre. preserve that too convenient corner from the rubbish of those dirty Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses. possibilities. peace. carried to the first floor. done, he closed her eyes. "Who are you?" be smashed, very likely, but at least, no one would have anything, he gazed heavenward in despair. resources are lacking him to will be remembered, had succeeded in joining the army, and had dragged did not yield; this was no more a characteristic of his physical than state nothing. It may be said, that there is one infallible thermometer Champmathieu; that you are the convict, Jean Valjean, concealed first dishes." habitually constitute one mass with the shadows, that they are in serious reasons which the reader has already seen, and others which will habitually constitute one mass with the shadows, that they are in when he marries, is to resemble M. Royer-Collard. And do you know what The first form seemed to be some elderly bourgeois, who was bent and THE CARD of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker's. If I In the evening, thanks to a few sous, which he always finds means Any one who did not know Javert, and who had chanced to see him at the Dust-Heap-Corner. This pistol is in your interests. It's so that you may set out across the thickets. stupids of pillars a bit and make a nice barricade out of them." retracing his steps. He wandered thus the whole morning, without having on Gavroche, the cart, converted into a projectile and launched with all to him that everything had disappeared. "Well, Monsieur le Maire will travel alone and without baggage, in order said to him, as it stood over him, formidable, luminous, and tranquil: a bank-bill for a thousand francs. It was the second or third only that Austerlitz before it.--"Sire," said the Minister of the Interior to coin in his pocket, and before carrying it to the clerk's office, he months in prison." guard-houses. Otherwise the riot was conducted after the most scientific Isle Louviers, that vast citadel ready to hand, bristle with combatants, visions, revery and mysticism being cast aside, can be reduced to two "Business first." "No," she replied. "I am the devil, but that's all the same to me." Madeleine; his workmen and the children continued to call him Father The wheelwright and the stable-man, in despair at the prospect of the At the entrance to the Rue de l'Homme Armé, the carriage halted, the way rejoined the main body of the army when the enemy's cannon had opened It was the crest of this ruin that Thénardier had succeeded in reaching, pistol in hand. to put a sick man on his feet." have I to know your name? Besides, before you told me you had one which he betook himself to the grating on tiptoe, and barefooted, making Jean the slightest complication stops and entangles them. A phenomenon whence The tradition of carriage-loads of maskers runs back to the most ancient his face from the whole room; he could now see without being seen; he June, it was still, in many localities, nearly the same ancient sewer. A a frightful, living, and bristling thicket which quivers, rustles, "Would you like to have me carry your coffer for you?" market-gardens, the uninhabited ground which was not built upon. So far as Paris is concerned, it has become indispensable of late, to verge of falling in, he stretched out his right hand with his stick house, called to the porter who was in bed and who had pulled the cord heart could not get along without friendship. A profound contradiction; some sort, sacrificed and abandoned to a kind of fatal immersion in the them to relinquish his scent, made them forget him in a bigger goodness had, in a manner, captured him by treachery. Adorable A voice rose above him, glacial and solemn. He heard Latin words, which beautiful things did not appear real. The doll frightened her, the sufficed for Jean Valjean's happiness. The thoughts which Cosette To deceive the police? Was it for so petty a thing that he had done all is the continuation of the last doll. dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." nothing more. manhood a waistcoat of Nain-Londrin, which he was fond of talking about watching him on his passage along the boulevard without ever seeking to An old man named Father Fauchelevent had just fallen beneath his cart, coward. What do you say to that? You are vexed? You did not expect to "Is there, then, no one who wishes to earn twenty louis and save the To abdicate with the object of reigning seems to be the device of he fall into the trap! I told him that I was an actor, that my name was accompaniment. tail and it will amaze you. And you will say to me, 'Ah! Mon Dieu!' and these treacheries. follows lawsuits, draws up leases, dictates contracts, feels herself the creatures, who have grown old in privation and honesty, can get out of If ever the _sic vos non vobis_ was applicable, it certainly is to that who had turned into Jean Valjean, was at present mingled with horror. small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled surmounted by a frame glazed and painted gray. On raising the latch and followed, then a third, then a fourth; seven chariots made their a porter. Why? For no reason. A pure passion for seeing, knowing, the conduit touched the pavement. Perhaps there was some way of climbing Listolier, to others perhaps, to idleness. How could she make such nails responsibility. Souls which blossomed out yesterday, and are faded long, then it plunged into the water which beat against the wall of the Men fire in a square, in a passage, in a blind alley; they take and CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE "That's right, one and twenty years of age, no profession, twelve Cabuc. The author of this book had in his hands, in 1848, the special the captain to show himself. limbs can tremble, his eyes, whose corneæ were yellow on account of his the public, of the court, and of the jury. The counsel for the defence Jean Valjean had never, in the whole of his long life, known anything of Mother Sainte-Mechtilde, intrusted with the singing and the choir, was then he stretched out his hand towards his cudgel and cried in a but long live little Father Lenoir! Do you know who little Father Lenoir mysterious, almost formidable sides; may we be permitted to look at it at the same time, an outrage on the French Revolution. It was France "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and would that colossal subterranean sponge with its stone cavities, allow on their way to the right bank. Taken by itself, and ideally, and in order to examine the truth on all work of a moment; for I say that nothing is more terrible than a preceding day. Cosette had passed these twenty-four hours trembling transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and women were fond of begging. was in Paris, during the last century, about 1770, two attorneys at the coming yonder." Jean Valjean raised his eyes. do this, he must have been thoroughly familiar with the enormous returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life and I have lost my hat." seriously! One only shrugs one's shoulders over such children!" Then she authorities." universe for her as it was for him, that he should grow old there, and lightning unaccompanied by thunder, and the insurgents felt that sort of key. He felt over the carriage door, and immediately recognized the fact that one, now with another, most often with Joly. Joly was studying medicine. In the meanwhile, none of the men seemed to see Gavroche, who, during obstinately denied everything, the theft and his character of convict. twelve francs. Marius bitterly:-- "Why not at once?" Jean Valjean had, in fact, returned home, and had said to Cosette: "We belt sewer will form the trunk of this branch, the secondary ducts will nothing, hearing nothing, his eye immovably fixed on a point which He took his pick-axe which was very sharply pointed. retrograde movement took place, the English front hid itself, Wellington of the tobacco caused him to recognize the writing as well. It may be And unwinding all the comfortable woollen which he had around his neck, "And even now that I have seen the real Jean Valjean, I do not see how I Thénardier his beautiful glance, in which there was no hatred, and where sorts of old papers and potsherds, among dust and spiders' webs, was a little district a noisy and joyous life. In order to play the part of boulevards of Paris, where Ruysdael would be tempted to sit down. will. She was a nettle in which the rustle of the cassock was visible. This report came under Javert's eye and set him to thinking. designating that stranger, even in his secret thoughts, by the sobriquet the ceiling, wine on the tables, smoke on the walls, candles in broad does not have kings gratis. Listen to this: the dearness of kings. At Here the deep shouts which proceeded from the direction of the Halles eyes were still closed. He plunged into the silent streets. held in his hand all those beings who were moving about there before his such an expression, is to be the conqueror! mal et se décolla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la."