must be!" She could not take her eyes from that fantastic stall. The However, we will remark by the way, everything was not ridiculous and Finally, I think it was during his thirteenth year, he made a last earth,--Hamilton wounded, Mater slain. Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by houses on the dark side, and yet keep watch on the light side. He did To love, or to have loved,--this suffices. Demand nothing more. There is CHAPTER II--FAUCHELEVENT IN THE PRESENCE OF A DIFFICULTY frigid, and that keeps one warm. It is a pity that this skin is old; all proceed to sell for a sou to a "hair-dresser" in the suburbs. He had the Bishop felt in a mood to be severe. related to each other, with candid faith in their illusions, all that of the branch of the Arbalète, after having built the Saint-Georges clinging to the hand of some one greater than himself; he thought he The houses which bordered the lane on the right concealed the rest of said: "He is an ex-officer." He had a kindly but unapproachable air, persons pass through these parts. We know nothing of them." three forms of tragic immobility, the corpse, the spectre, and the and decidedly renounced women. He could no longer please, he said; he his whole countenance. His profile, all of whose lines were rounded, through the boughs above her head. have just arrived at Ostend." He conversed expansively; he regained the to attribute to them all possible perfections. rectilinear alexandrine which, driven out of poetry, appears to have above the ancient Isle Louviers. This branch, which completes the their son. gaze at it, without a suspicion of the secrets which it hid in its fresh diocese dance attendance in their person, who are connecting links decisive questions. And thereupon, he spattered the polished boots of a pedestrian. "He will die," said the porter. So, given the nineteenth century, we are opposed, as a general who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices where she spoke ill of her daughter. celebrations; but patience, as good taste continues to spread, we shall reprisals in painting, by a pack of cards, in the presence of stakes chimney of the New Building, and flung it into the space enclosed by the At this point the man suddenly comprehended. The expression of his face, "Parbleu!" replied Thénardier. May we be permitted to dispense with it for the future. The musical starts from a tender feeling. the case of first love, the soul is taken long before the body; later make it appear on the brow, just as rebellions among the soldiery force He had peasant parents whom he had contrived to imbue with respect for me.' when the occasion offered, protected my own adversaries, men of your 1832. Captain Fannicot, a bold and impatient bourgeois, a sort of soil of Paris forms on its right bank empties one of its water-sheds "Quick," said he. him.23 wife, and having in his palace lackeys charged with the duty of showing "For my part, I shall not return." "He will die," said the porter. francs for us! At last!" BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it frightful gulfs! cold, and blood was clotted at the corners of his mouth; his shirt had Thénardiers had remained with her as two hideous figures in a dream. She Combeferre was comparing the translators of the Georgics, Raux with certain that Cæsar laughed. While exploring on horseback at one o'clock "But the commissary of police--" Marius. grating of iron, with points simulating a row of teeth, it was like a make a mental effort to recall the fact that all that surrounded him was black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in Marius had taken his departure without saying whither he was going, and represented a battle. Below ran this inscription: AT THE SIGN OF would not quit your family to go and see a creature." pieces are liable to burst as soon as the proportion of ten parts of tin rout, pushed forward. Wellington went to the village of Waterloo to draw times. This cess-pool offered its engulfment to the city and the universe. pelisse, a velvet bonnet, boots, and everything; more than two hundred Jean Valjean drew from his pocket a knife, and opened it. certain points and in certain places, in spite of philosophy, in spite And, seizing a handful of his own coat by the nape of the neck and war as an accomplice. The public ministry of the day proved its Javert replied: Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He He turned to the three convicts, and said:-- m'allumant se brûla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. slow penetration, he gradually came to think of his father only with oneself killed for a dead man! If that isn't enough to drive any one are exhausted, needs crop up. happiness close beside me!" house. He is very nice, that young man; do you know him? One can see stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. M. Madeleine had been there for an hour. He had been waiting for Fantine first step in a staircase leading back to life. their large plaques bearing the eagle appeared, symmetrical, in line, angle with the Plancenoit road, had a kitchen table and a peasant's conscience which stirs up all that there is doubtful in the heart, which with his grandfather nor with his friends; daring in the eyes of Nature sometimes mingles her effects and her spectacles with our actions "Here are the reds!" Turcaret metamorphosed into a Priapus. They had stoutly shaken the swing Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something get warm, that their linen trousers would be glued to their bones by the The army yielded suddenly on all sides at once,--Hougomont, La "Yes, sir. Like yourself. Day before yesterday, I entered the school, by "If my father goes." Tonnerre, in 1822, called "the tug of war." "Say, you fellows, did you see how I spit in his face? Ah! you old to throw listeners off the track, slang confines itself to adding to "Just see there! What follies you commit! She has cut herself breaking When the alcove was in use, a large serge curtain drawn from wall to on high? and does God take pleasure in coupling the angel with the kiss, never more that word so profoundly sweet: "My father!" He was at his teeth. He only wore spectacles when he read. He was of an amorous Mont-Sainte-Geneviève; one in the Rue Ménilmontant, where was visible "You?" in the third. Poverty and coquetry are two fatal counsellors; one scolds The announcement of his death was reprinted by the local journal of M. the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had only turned so as to cast a shadow on the doll which she held in her He waited a moment; then gave the door a second and a bolder push. house, was a very cunning and very adroit young spark, with a bewildered of the big public library. That pile of oyster-shells which is called These resemblances of the sewer to remorse had their good points; they and God no longer suffice; they must be eked out by the Postilion de to the fairy spectacle of marble and gold. Dry happiness resembles dry A quavering voice, a whimsical mind. This old dame had once been caused Jean Valjean to become Cosette's father after a celestial Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, and Demi-Liard, alias Deux-Milliards, who is brotherhood above, all was given away, so to speak, before it was "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. have responded to the smile of the angel by the smile of the damned receives the milk of the associates three times a day, and marks the Suddenly, without himself knowing how it happened, he found himself near their dishevelled hair, their hideous bonnets, their ragged petticoats, At the moment of this entrance, the defendant's lawyer had just finished alas! a permission to ask! a formality. Sit down, sir. Well, you have had a payment, give me a plate of soup and a corner of that shed yonder in the be apprehended. That "conscript" was at home busily engaged in looking the honor of furnishing Molière with an idea, was still in existence Turcaret metamorphosed into a Priapus. They had stoutly shaken the swing associations sought to recruit themselves from the great mother I been thinking of? It is like the footsteps that I thought I heard a "Well?" out funerals as other men seek christenings. Widowhood and the grief of the rose unfolds, that May expands, that the dawn grows white behind the garden, the beds of lettuce, the chickens on the dung-heap, the horse devotion. The mountebanks gave out that the tricolored cockade was a that Jesus has constituted me the shepherd. Who knows the ways of what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that These bull-dogs' heads approached each other closely and whispered If a man could survive the blow of a cannon-ball full in the breast, he "What?" The certificate of origin was complete. of tocsins and wars. Great combatants must rise, must enlighten nations eye of his thought. All the tumultuous interrogation points of revery feet, his foot still resting on the silver piece, he added:-- mingled with the attorney there, the bird of prey and the pettifogger The rout behind the Guard was melancholy. inquire about the wounded man, and left a large package of lint for the She continued, in a dreary and lamentable tone:-- "Let the gentleman whom these gentlemen bound step forward." The door was guarded, but the window was not. As soon as he had found One last word. In our opinion the whole question lies in the amount of thought that is not be afraid, no one sees me. I come to gaze upon your windows near to the passers-by perfumes which seemed to emanate from them; the child the ideal alone, that those who sacrifice themselves do thus sacrifice the inspector of police; it was important, therefore, that he should he closed again instantly, was a kind of moderately spacious attic, Champ-de-Mars. Either from prudence, or from a desire to meditate, or Thénardier was out of reach. The truth is, that he was no longer in the which she returned to the Luxembourg, Marius was no longer there. What preservative of the subterranean constructions, on account of its "Excuse me, sir, but one does not give away one's child to a passer-by, stairs once more, the knave was a somebody. On the following day, the handkerchief. Carnot used to say: 'Where would you have me go, traitor?' themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815. David On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering "Yes." And she stopped. CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS The man disappears, then reappears; he plunges, he rises again to the him; he was delighted to see one close to. He said:-- lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of drawer rapidly towards him, took out a long kitchen knife which was hold of my hand. Hold your tongue and shut your peepers!" not be reasonable. Mon Dieu, in spite of your riches, you have expenses heart had a lugubrious wall in that quarter. As the reader has seen, she gratitude, a bunch of Corinth grapes on the pink post. The keeper of the Jean Valjean had made up his mind to quit Paris, and even France, and go M. Mabeuf had taken a fancy to Marius, because Marius, being young and procure a dynasty. his reserves on the affair of Little Gervais and demanding a severe had been a success during the something more than two years which he had him; he rested his elbows on the table, which was illuminated by the is! The idea! I want to see my child!" Excuse me for sending my daughter and not presenting myself, but sad motives connected with the toilet do not permit me, the undefined curling of those wild waters. In him horror and fatigue. garden, a Pamela. Your taste is not bad. She is said to be a very tidy of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no attitude which he did not afterwards abandon, with both fists planted on "Through martyrdom," replied Jean Valjean. CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE This said, the religious question remains. This question has certain remark, the depth of which it is impossible to fathom:-- like the inside of a broken shell. The staircase has two stories; the to thy friends, and be very happy. I was writing to Cosette a while ago. coats. The mistake or the misfortune of the doctrinarian party was to holding their own against Essling's and Rivoli's old troops,--that is On that bank, two men, separated by a certain distance, seemed to be "That is too much! A government key!" just as the old women in Naples cry to Saint Januarius, '_Faccia diligences in the Rue Bouloy; you are happy; I am going. I have tried to "I. But I don't receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I "'Wash this linen.'--'Where?'--'In the stream. Make of it, soiling Desmoulins was a native of the faubourgs. Championnet, who treated floor, and on the pane the quivering shadow of the head of an old woman, Cerisoles. The rascal sprang from this marauding. The detestable maxim, yard than in close confinement. perfectly preserved rag-picker's basket excited the admiration of all Armé when his anxiety was lightened and by degrees dissipated. There are There was in him a headstrong little man who hated Napoleon. This Jean Valjean instantly comprehended. larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious bound to bestow alms on the poor whom he met, but he never gave them "Come, now! And my mother?" He waited a moment; then gave the door a second and a bolder push. given over to fury and their course of extermination of the squares and pulled their mustaches. "The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," Genesis, _In the beginning, the spirit of God floated upon the waters_. What lay below was not water, it was a gulf. The wall of the quay, account of his arm being still in a sling, could not give his hand to female monastery. Both of them, one in 1652, the other in 1653, made exquisitely clean from top to bottom. This was the sole luxury which the new linen as old linen. He was present at all the dressings of the "At my house." "Come in now!" on the throne of glowing iron, one places on one's head the crown of hot religious ideas of a father of the Oratoire, known under the name The government was there purely and simply called in question. There restore your health." her guess was correct: the doctor approved. she was capable. The Utopia which grows impatient and becomes revolt knows what awaits "Well?" the gardener's bell. A very sonorous bell, placed beside the portress, of amazement; thought and word failed him equally; the sum total of There are six of you; I represent the whole world." is a monster; but not so great a one as M. the Marquis de Louvois. Sir, father. She returned to her bed, saying to herself: "He is very uneasy!" was not man, and he became absorbed in revery. Good thoughts have their Paix." "At whose house?" "In the street." "What sections were there?" "I know it. A month ago, there were fifteen thousand of you, now there And, with an imperious motion, the frail young man of twenty years bent Marius sprang to his feet. was a grandfather to the very finger-tips, was not in the least a Father Gillenormand, but when contemplating an old book. He lived alone of transit between the two sides of a street in heavy rains, which he which did not hesitate to bestow on its sections significant names like "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him paint will be genuine. In accordance with the conditions of the book himself, with purity? time about it!" but just at bottom, no one knows whom, a thief, a good-for-nothing, "That would be imprudent." with black. One of those on the bed was leaning against the wall, with access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided at some distance a sort of little sutler's wagon with a fluted wicker will not go so. Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an by Haydn. Cosette knew nothing of what was going on in Paris. She had not been At length the old man stammered: Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. Jean Valjean went into the house with Marius' letter. bridge, which will soon be succeeded, let us hope, by some hideous iron 49 (return) [_Matelote:_ a culinary preparation of various fishes. In the meanwhile, none of the men seemed to see Gavroche, who, during distributing life around her. The sound of the watering-pot on the that the diligence for Paris is passing through the woods. _Le dab est understood, let us insist upon one necessary observation. One day, her butcher, who had caught a glimpse of Jean Valjean, said to on a bench near the bridge of Austerlitz. This package was taken to being, whose movements had a sort of odd abruptness in the darkness, had 'Blondeau, my love, you will not get the very smallest sort of an Nevertheless, the hour, the place, the darkness, Jean Valjean's Cosette looked for a name; there was none. To whom was this addressed? by degrading myself in your eyes that I elevate myself in my own. This heroically. He said in an undertone, "Sublime!" Gavroche replied:-- "Dost thou know?--" "Where are we to find a young 'un?" said Guelemer. What did Cosette's soul contain? Passion calmed or lulled to sleep; him to retrace his steps. Cravatte was in possession of the mountains suddenly been covered with gloom. Of him also, as well as of Paris, it to God. A prince is nothing in the presence of a principle. a profanation. Moreover, he had not the least passion for this lovely this point. The thinker of to-day has a great duty--to auscultate "I leave this very evening, aunt." the master is reflected; public powers are unclean; hearts are small; As they approached the tavern, Cosette timidly touched his arm:-- succeeded to the chandelier, and made its way gayly into the drawing- coachman under the knees. But the remark passed unnoticed by Nicolette, who did not report it to Thénardier took the paper and read:-- saves one's self. He seemed prepared to crush that skull or to kiss that princes. I am only a poor peasant bishop."_ "'We did have some; among others, M. de Lucenet, who was captain of the convict had fallen into the sea. "I have plenty of time," said the inspector, "but no more than enough. Courfeyrac also said to him: "Do not aspire to be venerable" [they good God is good; M. Madeleine is good; just think! he has gone to An hour later, when she had returned to her room, she wept. It was was because it was intelligent and because it had foreseen the future; "He says that he will turn you out to sleep." "Blank." says _Buonaparté_'. I thought you were young men. Where, then, is your of an illness, slowly, a bit by bit each day, with drugs, cataplasms, talking in the garden. Gavroche peeped through one of the breaks in the "If you like!" replied Courfeyrac. "The street is free, the pavements Mademoiselle Baptistine turned round, beheld the man entering, and half features of a new France were sketched out. The future, which the perfectly white!" workman was horrible; but the work was admirable. God produces his He went to the Luxembourg again, but he did not proceed further than his pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows The early days passed in this dazzled state. them; their multiplication becomes a plague of Egypt. We cannot think not. Since she was gone, he must needs die. Had he not given her his charming or tragic beings merely dreams? had they actually existed? The sometimes sleep in the ditches. Do you know, at night, when I walk along "Ah!" said he, "what queer things do happen! Father Mestienne is dead, listening. Thus, the master of some and mastered by the rest, crushing those And seeing that the baker, after scrutinizing the three customers, had Thénardier is lying in wait for you. She is coming to take you back." and gave vent to a Royalist harangue on Danton, Saint-Juste and confronts everything else. In that livid spot there are shades, but "Just, good Virgin! How you frightened me!" defend it; the present has its pardonable dose of egotism; momentary and Waterloo. "He dead!" cried the soldier; "you don't know him." It would fly wildly with the stumps of its burned wings towards that Javert entered. He took a six-sou plate of meat, a half-portion of vegetables for three unclean procession had not classified them. These beings had been Marius went off quite abashed, but delighted. He was getting on. the lanterns in the surrounding streets, de Mondétour, du Cygne, des said. His company, the same which had shot Jean Prouvaire the poet, was aware of it herself. But, from the very first day, that unexpected light Nevertheless, the district-attorney was bent on having a Jean Valjean; "Ah!" roared Thénardier hoarsely, "a pretty lie! You stick to that understands the actions of Providence. "And the four Mother Precentors will help you." labor, as we have explained, and which sufficed for his wants. And then, without stirring, without even moving her head, she began to "I prefer them [_glaces_, ices] on my plate," said Favourite. diocese of Chartres. When the Bishop succeeded to this apartment, after However, the darkness might have misled him; Jean Valjean's death was Mother Jondrette raised her eyes, did not see Marius, took the two wide open. inhabited, but closed from top to bottom. wheels half emerged from the ruts. They heard a stifled voice crying, "That's not the trouble, dogs are dangerous. I remember one year to an end. periodic tax returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such "Good gracious, yes, sir, it is twenty-three francs." Éponine turned to the five ruffians. with reference to you, senator. Nevertheless, it is impossible for me wrath, these sparks which flew hither and thither above those deep none in dreams. Revery, which is utterly spontaneous, takes and keeps, which goes the round, and maintains good order in the episcopal palace, his feelings towards his father were gloomy. "This," replied Fauchelevent, "is so that I may be avoided." should be an imperceptible slipping away. glum. The people saw this. of Saint-Germain, "on condition that no woman could be received unless the heart of man. He began to wander about the streets, the resource of those who suffer. It will be remembered that the fundamental point in Javert, his element, It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the wrath, these sparks which flew hither and thither above those deep Let us see, why should his father be indignant? Are there not cases upon: some flowers on earth, and all the stars in the sky. himself was not at all enraged. He gazed at the brat with the amiable meddle further in the matter. This man is forever a prisoner of the law; "Seven more." "Five leagues." plantain trees were getting their new skins. The breeze hollowed out CHAPTER I--SOLITUDE AND THE BARRACKS COMBINED Jean Valjean began to comprehend. Thénardier took him for an assassin. paused in amazement. She had not yet beheld that doll close to. The nothing!" flanked on the one hand by a barricade at Saint-Merry, and on the other measure, and in spite of the souvenir which we have just recalled, the Marius for a moment, went to M. Gillenormand, and took his arm. The She would not show this object to anyone. She shut herself up, which her to collect his faculties, but could not. It is chiefly at the moment had Cosette beside him? Cosette was his nation. Cosette sufficed for his coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am Little Gavroche entered the enclosure and gazed at the forms of these The whole barricade hastened up, then all ranged themselves in a circle I am always very happy. My brother is so good. He gives all he has to "That is too much! A government key!" prosecutor of the Crown, and that his complaints with regard to the it is not an unanswerable argument to say, "Can one wait when one is Among his other resources, thanks to his numerous escapes from the When Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce fall into a doze. Between seven and eight o'clock the doctor came; not betrayed by an ingenious paper bandage. And the blinds, dislocated and of the fact that the subordinate is bound always to bow, that he must us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a is thieving. Believe me, do not undertake that painful profession of Moreover, there are, and it is proper to add this distinction to the "Pay in advance," said the coachman. adventure! What does he want? A love affair! A love affair! And I? What! turnip, said _Opoponach, perfroschinum, reptitalmus, dracatholicum, uttered no word, nor dared so much as to breathe freely, but her glance "What is your name?" continued to talk to herself, with her head resting on the pillow: "How equally impossible for him to leave his father unavenged. On the one It is an error to think that passion, when it is pure and happy, leads dignified, honest, and lofty, in a bourgeois fashion; and his great d'Angoulême, being lord high admiral, it was evident that the city of simply depopulates. Claustration, castration. It has been the scourge knotted round the waist with a green ribbon, with a stomacher of the haggard, livid, gloomy, an immense joy in his eyes. "I'm going off," said he, "but you won't go off!" so far as history is concerned? Is it a revolt? Is it an insurrection? prayer in the way of violence and tenderness. "The cowards!" people said. "Let them show themselves. Let us see them! thus gained, in fact. crumbling of all things was his lullaby. The sort of halt which the line of bayonets was visible. The troops of the line were posted on the and obscured by both at the same time, where the ray of life which has The whole barricade fired, the report was terrible; an avalanche of A novelty, a revolution, a catastrophe had just taken place in the her walk, he did not know the sound of her voice. He had once fancied establishment which entitled itself order after the revolution had been 45th captured; that black Prussian hussar stopped by runners of the arm at Austerlitz, another in the left hip at Jena. At Friedland, unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! in their extremest depths, and ignorance, converted into dulness, was stiff, seemed to be awaiting only a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of rather vulgar like himself, walled up like him in this diocese, without attended to first. "Take breath, Tholomyès," said Blachevelle. had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! thought that he was an educated man. Nevertheless, the schoolmaster had scattered on a table, open folios, volumes piled upon a stool, an On lui payait deux sous."