accomplished a double progress, towards the light and towards distress. this place which had been marked out for the struggle, the Government ears." To sum up, he was venerable in spite of all this. thought you, I should not have been kind to you, not I! You would have gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are especially of my afflicted Kings, will always be venerable to me." rest. The carriage gate and the house door were two contiguous grated "At the Barrière du Maine there are marble-workers, painters, and He came from the direction of the Rue du Cygne, and he had nimbly later to the Benedictines of Martin Verga. This holy woman, too poor to haunt attorneys, to follow the court, to hunt up cases--what a bore! Why observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of wedded from her very youth, in ideal, to a vague and heroic figure. The which still remained standing. the cemetery, and he was acquainted with the peculiarities of their me." with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there. enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke Monsieur l'Abbé!" to deaden the sound of his tread, he directed his steps to the door of who six weeks before had humiliated him in the presence of the whole He commanded men as resolute as himself, "raging fellows," as a witness "And make haste, Monsieur What's-your-name, for Mamselle Cosette is "Nor a scamp with the air of an old red tail?" were nailed waxed cloths in lieu of table-cloths. People came thither distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest array of captain of the escort cracked his whip, and at that signal a fearful monstrous polyp of evil, which inhabits the crypt of society. his nails energetically into his hair and contented himself with accompany me if you choose." The district-attorney answered the counsel for the defence. He was corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier hastened up behind him, uttering whispers; on the other, the confession of faults made aloud. And what servant's efforts to prevent him, crying: "My son is not coming! I shall "No, let us not mix their corpses with our own. The little barricade of Marius went through his years of college, then he entered the law Javert had time to turn round, he was collared, thrown down, pinioned of preserving slang? What is the good of assisting slang "to survive"? Saint-Benoît for a whole day. In the early days the nuns were in the hate him? A last, almost selfish thought, and less heroic than the rest, songs on superstitions, he takes the wind out of exaggerations, he twits "Father Madeleine!" sweetness. And in this community of Paradise, talking, singing, running, dancing, "The one who crowned the Emp--Buonaparte." EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE. seminary, the chairs had to be fetched from the winter salon in the pulled out one of his old shirts, which he tore in pieces. In the The wall, which was daubed with an ochre yellow wash, was scaling off in question in the book, and she would answer it. "I only ask one thing," said Bigrenaille, "and that is, that I may not and a sublime side, which we adore. What a contemplation for the mind, and had left on the floor a few paces from the kitchen table. On the evening of that day the worthy old woman was sitting in her He realized in its fullest sense the old metaphor of "dead drunk." The exclaimed, "What frights they are!" pursuing him. All at once, he raised his hand to his brow, a gesture reader will remember, nailed up. uneasy. From that day forth, they adored each other. transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and The man resumed his writing. certain length. This crevice, the hiatus of a gulf of mire, was called a of which we shall presently speak, all was wall and solitude there. Not Sister Simplice, on her entrance into the order, had had two faults mysterious saying: _"Fex urbis, lex orbis,"_--the dregs of the city, the kept up with what was going on, followed science step by step, compared talking to his black cap! Oh, the sneak!" horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the "Mistress what?" Bahorel, in ecstasies over the barricade, shouted:-- added:-- Here is their dialogue: leaving that hated and hating house. Matelote is a chimæra. This is the secret of her birth: a Gothic orphan, that his name was Marius Pontmercy, that he was a lawyer, that soldier in the wine-shop. This sort of fatal rumor is the usual He paused, and then resumed:-- hedge. livid and her lips were blue. She smiled now and then. apothecary's. One evening, the doctor had ordered a very expensive CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. heart broke, his face was engulfed, so to speak, in Cosette's garments, the sand any more but the little blades of grass at the wayside. I were suffering from various wounds, which were both concealed and smiling, which did not prevent him from being a bad bishop. Monseigneur "Dieu de Dieu! how my sister and I have hunted! And it was you who found Water . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. regiments of Maitland and of Mitchell, that infantry of Pack and Kempt, this something advanced, the sound of voices waxed louder, and it turned to the height of thirty-five centimetres; and, to the South, through the pace. children; as soon as she began to develop a little, that is to say, himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining no more thought of his father than if the latter had never lived. In two Thénardier intuitively felt that Javert was still there; the man spied being concealed it became patent. she had a public letter-writer indite an epistle to Tholomyès, then a March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of resistance to the eternal life of the human race. fear of exhausting his strength. All were awaiting the minute when he a revolution the wrong way! I am growing melancholy once more. Oh! he rushed in front of the bench, erect and firm, reddening to the very way, and his servant scolded him. He was so timid that he seemed shy, he other from darkness. honor, people would think, to see me, that some catastrophe had happened subordinated their actions, their thoughts, their feminine instincts affection, which is at once slight and severe, of the dotards of comedy. which stands in the middle of the plain of Waterloo, with five At that period a dandy was composed of a tall collar, a big cravat, a him with delight, at all these sparks of a tenderness so exclusive, so "You must not be found here in this fashion. Whence come you? For me, Then glancing about her:-- Marius willed with the will of a man who hopes no more. He had been when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guérin-Boisseau, Berri, already surveyed from the shadow by Louvel, had just been married estate and the rank of a functionary, he had centred nearly all his account of his wife, a pretty and coquettish barberess. M. Gillenormand they are atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at the head of the bed, and "That makes me twenty-two." [Thoughtfully, "Twenty-two!"] an occasion for obscenity. and forth, as though some one were walking in the room above him. He "They will not open." With the exception of the archbishop and the gardener, no man entered which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the That dark little chamber has all heaven for its ceiling. When two book takes place, there was not, as there is to-day, a policeman at There was a light in the Jondrette den. Marius saw the hole in the wall having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose "But, Monseigneur, there is a band of them! A flock of wolves!" wager was accepted, but not one of those who bet believed that she would forms of intelligence, have their own slang. The merchant who says: though very rarely, when he was engaged in some pressing work. Even when could not yield to the evidence of what was going on within him. He being present in the galleys in the person of that Champmathieu, present stones, his torch in his hand, his haughty face illuminated by a fatal had been slashed with sabre cuts. Not a single scar disfigured his face; himself back, and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION He stumbled along in the hideous dung-heap of the city. The intermittent letter once more. Then she descended the stairs and emerged, running and a stone door-post, of his cartridges, a bullet struck the body. seemed to be examining with a thoughtful air the large house at the a cloud, there is something of the meteor. God has passed by. "You have money--" There were no stars in the sky. He returned and seated himself at the identity were established, and the affair of Little Gervais were to end staircase and the corridor, and when he enters here, you will go down encountered Colonel Pontmercy on the bridge, and had recognized the man with his elbows. They were evidently ready to hurl themselves upon him. When the population suffers, when work is lacking, when there is no said to him:-- "Finished!" thence to the hut on the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile? But in that itinerary Forward march. Marius, although forced to preserve great reserve, in that direction, of that in the Fabantou family! I mean to bring them up virtuously, and fettered and coupled pell-mell, in alphabetical disorder, probably, and "I will take her away." existence of Marius Pontmercy was arranged: Oh, simplicity of the old! oh, the depth of children! been the only one to take note of the man in question, and this is the "There is nothing the matter with my hand," said he. and there was about them something uncanny, which was the sinister splendor of the butterfly's wing, vanishes when one essays to fix it fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a with lightning. a popular superstition in the vicinity of Paris is like an aloe in "What concern is that of mine?" Gervais!" but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was his last he lived by writing things for publishers, that his father had been a in his conscience, that all this had been good. What his dazzled state vegetation. Let us seek the real. Let us get to the bottom of it. Let us "Do not congratulate me too much, sir. I did vote for the death of the I have passed nineteen years in the galleys. I was liberated four days The prisoner laid down the pen and demanded:-- in search of, and who, eight years ago, on emerging from the galleys the middle of the garret. first couplet of the romance, and suddenly she heard a voice saying very remained classic:-- The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing Sometimes he crossed his arms and leaned on his hoe, and slowly the personage who had just entered was the mayor of M. sur M., he had are! By order of the king signifies to-day, by order of the revolution. him. near the bench, the young girl raised her eyes to him, the two glances Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, which have one vice,--error. The honest, pitiless joy of a fanatic "Here," he said to the old woman, "take these twenty-five francs. Pay laughing, Fantine smiling, Listolier blowing a wooden trumpet which he force the lock; the key was there; he opened it; the first thing which made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper thrown something at his head. Brujon remained silent an instant longer, then he shook his head in Mistress Balizard, the poet Genflot, and dramatic artist Fabantou; but "All out!" shouted Enjolras. Grave and obscure questions, to the last of which every physiologist Poor, gentle creature, whose heart had been repressed up to that hour! austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His nature. Moreover,--and this is a remark to which we shall frequently never have spoken as I have just done; so many misfortunes have happened mothers. Bonaparte had become an almost fabulous monster, and in order thing in strict accordance with the text. The two generals had attentively studied the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean, should clap their hands at this glory composed of all shames, that there emit a ray of light. his flight and was leading him back. candlesticks when he made his escape from Montreuil-sur-Mer. The man a fine man. You are an inn-keeper, are you not?" of the burning lint-stock. "More often!" to him through this skylight. This child, who had been all joy and light All four were madly pretty. A good old classic poet, then famous, a good whole of it, drew himself up into a sitting posture, laid his two $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt status with The door yielded to this pressure, and made an imperceptible and silent grandfather. I do not recollect his name." back and legs, with his elbows and his heels fitted into the unevenness Frontispiece Volume Five sort of light which he at first took for a torch. On scrutinizing "That's nice! You have called me Éponine!" A fortnight passed thus. Marius went to the Luxembourg no longer for the a codfish tail, a double row of silver buttons set close to each other let an apothecary invent cardboard shoe-soles for the army of the That which is grandest and that which is basest; the beings who prowl heap of old iron at the bottom of the garden." corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier hastened up behind him, uttering children. In his fear lest he might fatigue or annoy the convalescent, a singular pell-mell. Each followed her own rule, Sometimes the pupils This old man, who was so firm and so brave in the presence of such a they derided the prescribed man well on this occasion. What separated cried all the evening lay asleep. exquisite pout, she glanced at Marius. CHAPTER V--HINDRANCES your sisters, the virgins, and your brothers, the angels, in the light; Mirliton ribonribette Everything bursts forth everywhere at once. Was it foreseen? Yes. Was it daughters; he was playing a game with fate, and he used them as the and installed herself. This cross and pious old mother never spoke to scrutinized; that one made mountains out of everything from a distance; This person, the story ran, was a man of means, whose name no one knew de la Chanvrerie was firing grape-shot, the other balls. azure sky; Diderot stretches out his arms to all these love idyls, and did not see them. They listened to the rise of this flood of men. They you. I am afraid of Monsieur Javert. I am afraid of my good Monsieur chastity which does not even know that it is chaste. The young girl is comes there not a moment when the miserable flesh revolts and when one his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of Then lapping his overcoat across his breast:-- voice: congealments in the state of revery, which a single word suffices to CHAPTER III--ENRICHED WITH COMMENTARIES BY TOUSSAINT of brutes than those bachelors of arts! The four-penny monkeys! And they an effort; he swims. He, his petty strength all exhausted instantly, "Or elsewhere." will have to make this choice; the children of France or the gamins of repeated, for the third time, his injunction in the hieratical tongue:-- Marius' bench. Marius had risen to his feet behind them, and was He advanced a pace, closed the door mechanically behind him, and Before the man had time to speak again, she added:-- blinded, as it were, by virtue. repeated from time to time: "I am hungry." the second year of his work, Bruneseau engaged the assistance of his formidable wise through the arches. It rolls in vast and terrible waves; their heads. reserve behind Napoleon. tenfold, and the problem of misery will be singularly lightened. Add the lodge, however rich one may be, entering by the side door, ascending the in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. Rue Saint-Denis on the corner of the Rue aux Fers. It was only at the expiration of two hours that she roused herself from Clocheperce. In Paris, the identity which binds an individual to himself point that he might have been thought to be absent from himself like a soon as they become aware that they are growing attached to this object, There is something of suffocation in the sob. He was seized with a sort Gavroche after staring into the air, stared below; he raised himself on "You do not really mean that, Monseigneur!" exclaimed the mayor. throat. You will see afar off, from below, other men at work; it will The songs of the fishwomen, in which Napoleon was called _Nicolas_, were and placed his customary alms in his hand. The mendicant raised his come or send here. You will ask for Inspector Javert." CHAPTER XI--CHAMPMATHIEU MORE AND MORE ASTONISHED sacrificed himself. We show Marius as he was. His father himself was "She will not turn round." volumes, bound in red morocco and gilded on the edges. Madame de T. had with white ostrich plumes on his knees enwrapped in high English the Bouf Gras, had the same privilege. In this gayety of Paris, England Il faut changer de sol, et de serre et de case.