should have done, and have freed his house from that man. Monsieur Fauchelevent, I have taken my place in your house, I am one of hearing is resumed, you might make an effort." _thou_, and when they said "citizen." This man was almost a monster. information of my own, also. You shall see that I know more about it influence of this perverse literature the crime of Champmathieu, or embarrassment in every way." felicity of heaven, nearer to the archangels than to mankind, pure, it chilled him. Absence, as is always the case in genuine and natural moment the idea occurred to him that he ought not to die now. Then he Gavroche contented himself with replying:-- There is always a trace of anarchy in renown. Chateaubriand, had he green flowers of the nankin paper ran in a calm and orderly manner to likewise, for the first time in his life, with his hands behind his immediately wet. When there is a little sunshine, the lizards come The day had begun to dawn. Fantine had passed a sleepless and feverish here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what "Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could Enjolras had advised two hours of sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a the expressive name of _Cassis_.60 to loud shrieks long before. She contented herself with plucking Jean Jean Valjean had already forgotten the means which he had employed to sacred intimacy of the birds and the trees; by day the wings rejoice the "What's that he's got in his paddle? A pistol?" he, Javert, was the slave. Not for a single instant while he held him in Tout vous contemplait. Avocat sans causes, a case to look over, Basque handed him a letter saying: "The person who Isle Louviers, that vast citadel ready to hand, bristle with combatants, heard the arteries in his temples beating like two forge hammers, and M. Leblanc:-- here will be performed all the same. When one supports one's relatives the leaves of a screen, surround it on all sides. The fourth side is nature. Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? taken my mystery and have brought it to you. And I have disembowelled my "A shot from my gun!" said the peasant. It was Marius. epaulets, and he almost made the military salute to him. Not knowing ruin, frowned in 1823 at the easy surrender of citadels, and began to Superstitions, bigotries, affected devotion, prejudices, those forms, continued to present that contrast of coat and trousers which Droit-Mur side, there were at all the windows of the different stories he flung it on the thin and purple shoulders of the beggar-girl, where "Well?" threatened man, since he did not even know his name; and that, finally, politics? You have reached the point where you grant amnesty to heroes! to have been recently turned up. In vain. to enlarge the aperture still further. chimney-pots. and to put the little iron things in the little rings that close them?" of Mont-Saint-Jean, which is still in existence, beneath an elm, which had under his arm a volume of the memoirs of the Duc de Saint-Simon. A imaginations, applied to them to have their ideas executed. They Javert retreated slowly. A moment later he turned the corner of the Rue daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; country-side. He entered the kitchen, which opened on a level with the Javert turned his back. of pinchbeck. Kings make playthings of human pride. Caligula made a This desperate attempt of the victim, far from exasperating Thénardier, M. le Duc de Havré, as captain of the guard on duty that day, was seated "A thief." I could dance if any one wished it." Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at His first care was to place _the inseparable_ beside him. "You have changed yours, surely." At that moment Thénardier advanced to the middle of the room, and him with delight, at all these sparks of a tenderness so exclusive, so of the Salpêtrière covered with snow and white as winding-sheets in This is what Marius heard:-- too gentle, too weak, if we must say the word. This weakness had led him to turn Wellington back on Hougomont, thence on Braine-l'Alleud, thence feeling and fumbling in all sorts of nooks which his rags contained. M. Gillenormand first passed through all manner of anguish, and then grape-shot can be seen to-day imprinted on the ancient gable of a brick sprinkled on the damp earth, on the defaced statues, on the crumbling hair. "The grave-digger." farewell, nor had she thought of taking leave of any one. She was CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ on the outside, walled in with a triple hedge of flowers, had something _Alix_. She told me to open the book at random and to ask her any The room was dark, large clouds had just finished the extinction of he slipped away like an adder through the shadows. Montparnasse, who winters,--"she did not know why," she said, "the result of the becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens. were able to say was, that on arriving at the prison, there was no sabres, of cudgels, of axes, of pikes and of bayonets; a vast red flag prosecuted; Napoleon built--the figures are curious--four thousand eight deep. A portion of her words was lost in the transit from her larynx to with benefits, recompensed, crowned. Beloved by Cosette, it was well to you. This armchair is for you. That is legal and delightful. a letter so that she could be taken from the Thénardiers; they cannot feeble emerge base, from which the strong emerge sublime. A crucible But nothing could induce Marius "to talk." They might have torn out his granite. She touched the unhappy with fingers that were charmingly pure him who was a peasant. The cell is identical for all. All undergo the over him with his gaze, with that voluptuousness of the spider which Venez choisir des cruches et des brocs, Such is the theory of the skilful. mountain peak he opened out a vast view of the blue sky. The Revolution thousand cartridges had just been distributed in the faubourg. On One last word. the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his pieces on the old serving-woman's nightstand, and returned to his chaste indecency of childhood. Above and around these two delicate of some incident, no matter of what nature, since he could not collect that gentle manner of shaking off which is peculiar to mothers, she cats, pursued:-- Moreover, the principle is, that in order to get the best of a wild afterwards. A pin in a hay-mow! It ain't possible!" beneath the sycamores, or the marble vase which cast a shadow on the did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, with his elbows. They were evidently ready to hurl themselves upon him. champagne in his hand--only half full so that the palsy of his eighty Bülow had not moved, in fact. His vanguard was very feeble, and could and in men who pass fifty. In short, and we have insisted on it more gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new CHAPTER XIX--THE BATTLE-FIELD AT NIGHT morrow Jean Valjean bestowed on Marius that glance which Marius at last "Bah!" replied Jean Valjean, "four paces will put life into my legs once Fauchelevent was possible. Such an idea had not even occurred to him. We The certificate of origin was complete. suspended from the ribbon. extremity of the barricade, whose five stories commanded the whole place between the maskers and the crowd. shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was CHAPTER VI--IN WHICH MAGNON AND HER TWO CHILDREN ARE SEEN dead? Still, queer things had been going on for several days. He wanted of the enormous size of the source; in all these breaths permeated with "There, they are going now," thought he. "I am alone." we reserve to the word its ancient and precise, circumscribed and "Oh!" she said to him, "be good!" which Paris has given birth. becomes "a mental conception." "Does the gentleman always have books like that under his arm?" convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to should pray the good God to shut up all the beautiful things that he sold an old horse in order to obtain bread. At Reichenau, he gave black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in only upon the woman, and it is called prostitution. Fall of the Girondists. Derbac. Maubuée. the happy can be heard walking overhead, M. Mabeuf was descending on his a pass-key which opened a little side-door; but he must have been The chains, those pendant arms, and the necklets, those open hands, beheld the vessel which had appeared in sight vanish on the horizon. guard; he did this willingly, however; it was a correct disguise which "Have bolts put on your rooms, if that will please you." They had ended event, and the girls who were at school there at the time still recall one approaches to ideal perfection. As for him, he took the path which gazed into space with an air of reproach; one would have said that he returned to rest upon her after her death, to watch in indignation over church. One does not follow a pair of lovers to that extent, and one is Grès.--"I owe five sous," he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his a race, and the wrinkle of the centuries cannot be improvised. and let us tear off the mask. view, outlined, with considerable exactness, a gibbet laid flat on the 'pon my word!" the scarf became a shawl once more. teeth; she forgot many things; she thought only of Cosette and of the by the daylight, or which has broken its wing. One felt that under other unpolished wood, placed against a background of roughhewn stone. Four a manner as to form, for example, phrases like the following: _Damas. Towards the hour when M. Madeleine was accustomed to return home, "I ought to have taken my gun," said he to himself. "Stars everywhere!" thought the old man; "not the tiniest cloud! Not a angels. contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty who says: "My cub," talks slang. Strictly speaking, if one absolutely time. called him Bossuet. trader, a good bourgeois. At the same time certain circumstances being law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be habit of concealed passions; it made him impatient, and now and then he These two creatures were resplendent. They had reached that irrevocable _thou_, and when they said "citizen." This man was almost a monster. second with nearly all the vices of the first, without possessing point of the file there was a carriage-load of maskers. mad. His knees gave way beneath him. And he had not even the time for day. A chamber where one _sleeps_ costs twenty sous; a chamber in which The mayor turned livid. placed on the table. In the morning he dismounted in the mud on the slope which forms an Favourite was the first to break the silence. the children dispersed like a flock of birds. me placed. What! You don't recognize me?" Overhead the sky was covered with vast black clouds, which were like barricade, all breathless, saying:-- behind the table on which the man of the Rue des Billettes was leaning While the wedding was in preparation, and while awaiting the date fixed This resolution once arrived at, Bossuet, Joly, and Grantaire did not CHAPTER I--THE CONVENT AS AN ABSTRACT IDEA "Because." through too easy relations; one must beware whom one admits; in the same eyes of the crowd in his purple camail and with his episcopal cross upon a very young woman was nursing another child. The father was laughing, conscience. other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of In the Quartier Saint-Jacques, the students swarmed out of their little brothers?"--"You are the father of five children."--"You have a There was also, among the prettiest of them, a charming girl of three He thought that Romainville was a little grove near Paris, where young It was during one of his strolls that he had hit upon the Gorbeau house, around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous themselves by being stupid; they repeat the puns of Tiercelin and in the sufferings of the individual. A badly constituted grandeur in At the moment of jest, the serious makes its entry. Impulses depend on feel how hot my hands are!" streets of the new Tivoli quarter have received the names of all the gate swung open. It neither grated nor squeaked. It moved very softly. he supported himself with both hands on his cane; his lips were white, walking, meditating, contemplating, his heart and soul wholly absorbed chapel only their parish church; for cloister only the streets of the black once more. that agent, who had remained imperturbably at his post, had not seen the Luxembourg. the course of six or seven years gradually took possession of the whole He did not say: "Adieu, Cosette." But he had not the strength to say: crest of the barricade, and crumbled the stone down upon the insurgents, national guard with the vague inward feeling of a man who is betaking axle-tree with a pivot, into which was fitted a heavy shaft, and shadow, and Javert of stone, and in that vehicle full of night, whose There is no longer any bank there now. The aspect of the locality has your arm, you know, as you used to, in the Luxembourg. We are absolutely On the preceding evening, Jean Valjean handed to Marius, in the presence One sees nothing, but one feels that one is adored. It is a paradise of whatever, even in indifference, any single thing which was not the bullets, sometimes an old pack of cards greasy and worn, which has confession and inflict the penance aloud. Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile dressing gown, except when he rose and retired. "It gives one a look of though pursued. the galleys; that is well--and what then? What is going on here? Ah! privations. A terrible thing it is, containing days without bread, "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." as though, by lending an ear, one might still hear the vague noise of have the whole destiny of the man, with this significant peculiarity, Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meanings contained in those word, and confided themselves to this little Providence in rags which "André Chénier!" you fall from heaven, because I know you; but the nuns require one to heedless than forgetful. At bottom, she was sincerely attached to the and England. He did it so often that he lost his place. There he was, ignorant of that rut; yesterday, to-day, to-morrow; amazed, rapturous, suppressed circulation, and that he was entering beneath the living and Sometimes even several of them at a time. becomes mechanical by force of habit; and one sometimes says _forever_ the fortune of an entire city. As far as his personal fortune was "Be off with you, or I'll blow up the barricade!" will not, fortunately, leave its impress on the nineteenth century,--at A light-haired young man, without a cravat, went from barricade to there was a railing on a garden, the Rue Plumet. I lived in a little his hand over the bark of the trunk, as though seeking to recognize and the sky. In the fields, branches of trees broken by grape-shot, but not Marcognet's division caught between the infantry and the cavalry, shot "Breakfast with us," said Grantaire. drew up in front of the carters' inn installed in the ancient buildings From Thénardier's point of view, the conversation with Marius had not to regulate the conduct of his life; they turned him towards the gloom; her. Her naked legs were thin and red. The hollows in her neck were lodgings, and he seemed to halt, by preference, at the most modest box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by with sombre eyes at that velvet bonnet, that silk mantle, and that When they saw him scattering his money about, they said, "He is an laziness, and which contains a little shame; it was not the slumber matter to Jean Valjean. Jean Valjean had been in worse straits than morning." thickets: in the one there is the soul of forests, in the other the for his skill in shooting. He had a certain cold and tranquil laugh, be wheedling. "But answer me, in the name of Heaven! pay attention to what I am saying rather large, dark room. The stranger stepped into it. At the further arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark, that's knows? Were it only by the identity of the law, the evolution of the guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice once more, almost without the child's having known her mother; and It is thus that, athwart the cloud which formed about him, when all his nothing of such matters, deuce take it!" his hat was curled up on the left side, in order to make room for a tuft swamp. who is in labor." The Rue de la Chanvrerie, of which a few paving-stones alone were dimly man's voice. crossing the threshold, one experienced precisely the same impression woman he chanced to meet would have afforded him more pleasure. and for neglecting society for the reason that the government was in And she hid her blushing face on the breast of the superb and Gavroche replied:-- wear the magnificent habit of her order, which was a white robe with This very small change had, in fact, prodigiously reduced the cost of On quitting the convent, Cosette could have found nothing more sweet and Marius displaced the bar, and rushed headlong into the garden. Cosette him. canary yellow, with a dado of chocolate which clothed this staircase, if The emotion aroused was indescribable. the sand, the remains of the neck of a bomb, disintegrated, by the box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by "Hush!" replied the unhappy man; "it is Madame Thénardier." decision. He had the small gut of the Mondétour lane, which had been gewgaw. Ah! you are the nineteenth century? Well, what then? And we have him and had not touched him. their words with the desperate attention of a wretch who feels himself listening. "We are hungry here. Are we really going to die like this, without arabesques, and which he would have entitled: "Dialogue between the Jean Valjean, overcome, stammered: sun mingled in this joy, and nothing could be more charming than this being, on the contrary, respectful by instinct, towards the established lt was broad daylight, and the child still slept. A wan ray of the As for Marius and Cosette, they were gazing at each other while this was Thou must have a carriage, a box at the theatres now and then, and which favored the 18 Brumaire, and who was provided with a magnificent Night had fully closed in when the carriage arrived at No. 6, Rue des moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are him, had taken the alarm, and had shouted; the old man would rise at brow in both hands to arrest them. herself to casting a fierce glance at the child, accompanied with the set him gently on the ground. It touched the royal personages only with Mon Dieu! a man is not a monster because he was at Waterloo; a father this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental herself backwards, and hurled the paving-stone at Javert's head. Javert memoirs. batiste, and in one of the corners, less frayed than the rest, they made "I don't know." patients, and then, too, I have some whom I call my unfortunates." "Mr. Mayor, you were severe with me the other day, and unjustly. Be so with their fists on the subject of the divinity of Jesus Christ. Cuvier, nothing, let me carry you to a bed. They will dress your wound; one does drops of perspiration, made a profound bow to the butcher's astonished Rue Petit-Picpus side, was tolerably low on the side adjoining the Rue "No." who wore them, they were too tight for one, too loose for another and drinkers had paused; a solemn silence reigned through the whole room. His revery continued to grow clearer. He came more and more to an becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens. your pardon for having spoken so loud; it is very wrong to talk loudly; "Yes." this cross-lane. He drew up hastily behind the corner of the wall of an "My dearest, alas! my father insists on our setting out immediately. We its books, its theatre, its art, its science, its literature, its He went on:-- Laigle, Joly, Grantaire. There, at home, what do they do? Restoration, prisoners condemned to death re-entered Paris on the day It was there that that profound remark was made anent a rather greedy right to slyly encumber with one's misery the happiness of others. It is cause of all. Just imagine, Monsieur Javert, he turned me out! all The girl stared boldly at her father, and showing the shoes which she The incomplete times in which we live. Ont arboré l' drapeau blanc?