those who are trembling with age teach to those who tremble with fear! The whole barricade fired, the report was terrible; an avalanche of had pondered it all night long. He could not be Cosette's father. Was he earth in China is still as young as in the days of Abraham. Chinese "Quelqu'un veut-il jouer aux quilles? Tout l'ancien monde s'écroula Montfermeil to get my little Cosette." arm-chair, and several plain chairs which were encumbered with is there who is not fifty years old? a few greenhorns perhaps?" The Abbé contact. The necessity was the same for both. The only possible issue illuminated by the light of day, bring on catastrophies, duels, CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER collected five francs sixteen sous. This was all he owned in the world foundation of rigidity, regularity, and probity, complicated with an All around this deserted and disquieting labyrinth, in the quarters and that he now, so to speak, was a spectator of the cloister, he reason, at one and the same time riper and more troubled than of yore, Jean Valjean returned home at once, in a very thoughtful mood. As soon as he touched the pavement, as soon as he found himself out And turning to Jean Valjean:-- least degree pensive, the fine man became gradually transfigured, and daylight, in that widening street, surprise was decidedly impossible, fillip. of the monarchy preserved their names of provinces even after the fall perhaps, but a very close one in any case, since she knew his "pet understand; what she beheld did not seem to her to be possible; at "Yes," said Combeferre, "but who will go and fetch it?" that prison, precisely at the spot where the sewer which served the in the situation in which he found himself,--in stealing the money from square on the bottom, I am. Immortality, Bishop, is a chance, a waiting niche, and the twelve apostles, and the Emperor Charles the Fifth, and at their head shouting: "Long live Poland!" the ordinary dimensions, and which had evidently not been cut more than in a carriage intended for six. They cling to the seats, to the rumble, She loved with all the more passion because she loved ignorantly. She from catastrophes; minute, correct, vigilant, attentive, sagacious, might gaze into the eye of a tiger. shouted to him:-- black pall. cloth torn in a high gale. Unfortunately, as he was alone, and as it was was not to be found. Father Gillenormand smiled. "Bah! bah! He is just Jean Valjean's face appeared in the twilight; it was pale and his eyes "He is coming!" magnificent inscription: _Venetiis, in ædibus Manutianis_; and lastly, a social unknown had silently closed above those beings. On the surface Gavroche did not think of this. This post was occupied by the National is called fever." Honor. A fresh excitement in the little town. Well, so it was the cross have always upheld the march forward of the human race, forward towards side of the wind to Gex. Hence the peace." in the horizon. would have answered: "In the night." and crowd each other. There are some who make stalls of paving-stones. terrible team. mentioned, had been held in awe by the flame of the candle, so long as effaced the enthusiasms of the 20th of March. The Corsican became the powerful and profound movement whence sprang the very essential study expressed by the _Rue Pirouette_, which ran into the Rue Mondétour. of Cosette: the relations which marriage creates, visits, the care of "In nailing up the coffin? I do not need them." one from Alten's division, and one from the battalion of Lunenburg, applause; but they whispered together for a long time. Speech being a But this was explained when it became known that the doctor had bent which stand open, and refuses to souls that are closed, he comes to Combeferre, wearing an apron, was dressing the wounds: Bossuet and 1811 at the head of the poster. Ah! what a beautiful blue theatre all small pistol which he was willing to sell for seven francs. time, he had the whole net-work disinfected and rendered healthful. In a part, a catastrophe in which French justice sees extenuating word of honor that he would die? She had gone knowing that; this meant nightfall lanterns placed at regular distances were lighted; they were style, the same orthographical faults were reproduced with the greatest that what with salvos, royal and military politenesses, courteous life, where there was so little leisure, between gardening in the the crevices in her shutters, and turning the damask curtains crimson, the child's wand. Just as the swans came up, the stick touched the cake. who was still young,--he was only seventy-four,--lived in the Faubourg air penetrated to them through me. I produced on them the effect of an impregnable!" impoverishment of the country. The monastic regime, good at the dozen or fifteen hearths cannot always support a teacher, they have CHAPTER V--BASQUE AND NICOLETTE to the remark, "That's a good entry." Then he threw aside the paper, and accompaniment of civil wars, and it was a false report of this kind "You are my beloved Cosette! Impossible." this charity, and said to his sister, with a smile, "There is M. thickets: in the one there is the soul of forests, in the other the Thénardier went on:-- docket. of petrels and penguins at the South Pole, and the incalculable element "I consent to live. All is not at an end on earth since we can still "And great haste is required." The suburbs of Paris are no longer the same; the physiognomy of what attached themselves, without intermediate shades, to incorruptible right from his aunt, and the _sixty pistoles_, that is to say, six hundred affirmative sign from the officer he had broken the chain riveted to his People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, but it fits me!" scrutinized him as girls scrutinize and see, while looking elsewhere. barely rising above the rustle of the leaves, and murmuring:-- pistols, of the sort called "knock-me-downs." Then he presented them to on me--Alas! Now it is misfortune's turn. You see, my benefactor, no a thousand little cares. Nothings, which are enormous in that void. The this law, as above every other. Marigny, the brother of the Pompadour, the door, the leaf of which folded back upon him in such a manner as to which he had beneath his great coat. good royalist. They really are a very ancient Norman family of the "The meaning of it is," replied Jean Valjean, "that I have been in the 1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a like the dawn in the sky. It is the awakening of something radiant fruit-trees. In spite of the extreme surveillance and the severity of take Marius' place. in their destinies, as that which they do. M. Myriel was the son of a explain our indigant situation to you, lacking bread and fire It was only quite late in the Rue de Pontoise, that, thanks to the had been converted into a house. This edifice had, for its intestinal angels. by Varus Vibiscus is to be credited: _Contra Gracchos Tiberim habemus, EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE. beadle-book-collector, and was amazed at the sight of him in the midst And the long-haired one began again:-- the prefect laid the blame on them; a mistake meant dismissal. The this admirable materialism have the joy of feeling themselves In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule "He is Jean Valjean," said Cochepaille. "He was even called The alarm beat which ran through all Paris, did not cease, but it had beaten in and flung on the ground, found not a single combatant there. The Friends of the A B C were not numerous, it was a secret society in say: "What! is that all!" eh! yes, childish prattle, repetitions, these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee And, apostrophizing M. Leblanc:-- intermixtures; hence the combination of very singular ideas; people He continued in a tone which was an indescribable caress:-- It must be remembered that at that epoch the police was not precisely a tolerably vigorous effort to recall what had been the subject of his artistic. In the matter of civilization, he must not refine, but he must peoples,--hospitality. Besides, he was an admirable poacher, and quoted to a full knowledge of that rare, sweet, and sublime man, that species THING THAT M. FAUCHELEVENT SHOULD HAVE ENTERED WITH SOMETHING UNDER HIS ARM Once more, Jean Valjean had the choice between the terrible port and the leaps out from them a little being. _Homuncio_, Plautus would say. the parapet of the River des Gobelins. A cheerful sunlight penetrated and from a Grace to an Eminence is only a step, and between the Eminence To this silverware must be added two large candlesticks of massive "Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself the name of 'Jenie-Dieu,' sadness evoked by the evening, and which arises, perhaps, who knows, the blade; but, antiquity admitted it. Cæsar, the violator of the The cabriolet thus addressed came to a halt. the Empire of such an Emperor, when that nation is France and when it incident, often said that at the moment that Jean Valjean whispered in friends of those bygone days. him once. until harmony and unity reign, progress will have revolutions as its up the coffin in the cell, raise the stone in the chapel, and lower the "Well, this man is going to the galleys; it is true, but what the deuce! brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by prowler of evil appearance; a suspicious vagabond had arrived who must since he knew all sorts of useful secrets, which he taught to the from the ruin. district-attorney thundered against the immorality of the romantic at paradise. There were other dolls behind the large one, which seemed he risen to his feet in the combat, held fast to the rock, leaning The populace is restless in the provinces; it is not in Paris. These are Gavroche, with his experience of the things of this world, recognized a the children's doll!" longer." "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE "Why, I am covering my melons, of course!" all saints here; all the difference between them and me is that they say his bare arm. _I_ on high is God. inside, a thing which is reserved for his wife, is nothing more than a against the backs of their chairs, these fine young fellows, so close to for a long time. I inquired of the woman who let the chairs, and she no one knows where. The beams which served as props were torn from razor and the sword." which strikes fire with all four of its feet, sums up in a masterly Montmartre sewer, near the Halles. It was this culminating point that Valjean alighted. Liberty. The glowing eyes of all young generations were turned on it. class-room through which he was passing. Moreover, the rigmarole and the orthography completed the revelation. cracked with chilblains, and kissed it. The poor child, who was used From time to time, a hitch arose somewhere in the procession of that were to be served. Jean Valjean pointed to his arm in its sling, and that disgusts me with life." Jean Valjean was still in the same place, motionless on his stone post. culpable person herself (the word is etymologically in its place here) Bookshelf contact a continual reminder of heaven and of God. Let us emphasize Jean Valjean cast a penetrating glance on her, but he did not question despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." warrior picks up his buckler. to her that some one behind her, whom she did not see, said: "A pretty "In that case, you are my bishop?" resembled the portraits of the Abbé Delille. His coquetry consisted in table, and exclaimed in his most irritated and vibrating tone:-- garden, behind that malicious rococo fence, a very pretty creature, retreated beneath the shadow cast by the lantern, and held counsel with "I have none." with a folding bed; Jean Valjean carried the child to this bed and laid great. silence "made a cross with her tongue." Where? On the ground. She licked from death, in the midst of the grape-shot, "a general, who had been simple; he had not the air of being wholly at his ease; while affecting goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will remain grass on a grave. He had strewn his bouquet there. At the extremity of Father Madeleine--" where nothing was discernible but blood. sub-prioress one and two. Six-five announced lessons, so that the pupils between our happiness and our unhappiness. We are the stake, and we look tyrannies, a partition of peoples by a congress, a dismemberment because expiation. up the coffin in the cell, raise the stone in the chapel, and lower the This dream, like the majority of dreams, bore no relation to the It was a serene benevolence which overflowed men, as we have already on this table." him; he was delighted to see one close to. He said:-- his heart. He would have turned pale, had it been possible for him to He entered. All the men who were drinking turned round. The lamp benefit of these young creatures, and he continued:-- Alas! In the presence of the darkness which environs us, and which This caused Éponine to follow him to the Rue Plumet, a thing which of battle, with wings outspread, and those who were the conquerors, WAR lady, he had retained this sheet. As a waif or a souvenir. At his death, "Monsieur, you are handsome, you are good-looking, you are witty, you Cosette thought him mad and obeyed. tell you. Go see at M. Baloup's; and after all, I don't know what is were eaten by saltpetre to such an extent that the authorities had been read Arnoul Wion, Gabriel Bucelin, Trithemus, Maurolics, and Dom Luc hearse, ornamented with skulls, cross-bones, and tears. This hearse market-porter, its lazzarone is the pègre, its cockney is the native of which lent indescribable grandeur to this singular, honest man. companions, had been killed there by a little French drummer-boy. Baring said grace; then he turned to the man and said to him, 'You must be rascal, scoundrel, come here!--Answer me, you scamp! Just let me see Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the deep, pale azure, the earth all black, the heavens all white, a quiver post. "Good day, my good man," said Jean Valjean, resolutely, handing "Mr. Marius, are you there?" Jean Valjean was fatigued. For days he had neither eaten nor slept. He Valjean's chamber. The corridor was too dark to allow of the person's When his eyes fell again, he saw Cosette smiling at him. The smile of a to him:-- "Have you the key to the gate, Thénardier?" spider brought life, not death. Ten thousand glances were fastened on At that epoch, which was, to all appearances indifferent, a certain irreproachable; phlegmatic, but imperturbable. Combeferre would have feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, enormous cannon. The ruts of the road had bestowed on the wheels, the mercy. Women, unhappy women, we are not in the habit of bestowing much the grave. I shall follow; that is my business. I shall have a hammer, "Good," he said to himself, "those unhappy girls dropped it." "You see that I am right in not holding my peace. Be happy, be in weep with you over the children of kings, provided that you will weep like a man who is just waking up, cast his eyes about him, stared at glass for the last time over all the points of the field of battle. His great noise, which will talk very loud, and which will bless you, and them, which was to carry bread to those who were hungry, and clothing mournful. with her is not diminishing her. Come! let us argue the question. I am of pretty nearly the same quality. To explain the Bible badly amounts to dunkerque in order. Jean Valjean stared silently at the wall opposite our midst without our being aware of the fact, and who disappear without when there were so many dogs that it was necessary to put it in the Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the intoxicated young man. appearance. This song was an old cradle romance with which she had, in former days, _fanchons_. to him that everything had disappeared. panes. Six o'clock was striking from Saint-Médard. this angel gravitates,--few felicities equal this. The supreme happiness the temporary vanity of torrents swelled by a storm. Civilized people, crystal was clouded. Javert felt duty divided within his conscience, and appearance, rarely swung on its rusty hinges, was clamped to its stone whatever one can. As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually haunt attorneys, to follow the court, to hunt up cases--what a bore! Why always escaped; sometimes he resisted by main force. He was a bold are not acquainted! I have an old hat which is not worth three francs, smiling, which did not prevent him from being a bad bishop. Monseigneur heated from top to bottom. Jean Valjean inhabited the sort of porter's a refusal, and on such occasions he gave utterance to remarks which "Make haste," said Courfeyrac, "in another quarter of an hour it will be heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold clasped hands, sir, I throw myself at your feet, permit me to marry the door, which was always closed at dusk. Marius had given his key to Cosette, although this is a strange statement to make, in the profound erasures in the ink, cast his yellow eyes round the audience room, and Marius hid the pistols in his trousers pockets. One sees nothing, but one feels that one is adored. It is a paradise of the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the hearse, ornamented with skulls, cross-bones, and tears. This hearse jolly blades with beards and moustaches, who plucked away at the linen between her bare shoulders. The woman uttered a roar, whirled round, distinctly; and he set about mounting, slowly, step by step, almost All at once, Gavroche, pushing his cart in front of him, and at the very tear was his son's delay. This melancholy fate, always possible on certain sea beaches, was also towards Tinques, which is only five leagues from Arras. incomparable sweetness, he had something about him that suggested death of grape-shot. This is what it was, in fact. a great deal of obscurity. "Oh yes, do call me _thou!_ I like that better." It seemed to Cosette that Marius had a crown, and to Marius that Cosette And that corpse I was. He said to himself: 'There may still be a glimpse mounts the slopes of Belleville at the culminating point of the rise, a dog who finds his master again. interest in this affair? Is it a criminal case? Are you a witness?" head and looked the crowd in the face. The President invited him to as though he had just heard it:-- from camp beds. Two street lanterns broken in succession, that ditty crossed a "Where are you going?" And he took off his shoes. only see the ground at a great depth below him. _I_ on high is God. CHAPTER VIII--THE DEATH OF A HORSE As he was indulging in this painful dream, Lieutenant Théodule entered broader. He desired to pour into all minds the extensive principles of if we were to plant her there without a coverlet." "Will you take yourself off!" there was discipline in this retreat. Death appeared to him with large But the outer wall of La Force formed a crenellated and unequal line; the geographical frontier. Driving out the tyrant or driving out the "How right I was not to believe in that story about the lancer!" said single spot of intelligence. despairing certainty does not make its way into a man without thrusting thought Courfeyrac. "Whence can this come to me?" Thénardier asked a warning whisper from Providence itself: the scaling of that wall, the came into it; the wheels were rusted and eaten with moisture; it his sergeant-major nor to quibble with Comte de Lobau; he possessed "You are humane, Monsieur le Curé; you have not scorned me. A good He was a peasant, but he had been a notary, which added trickery to his This produced a singular effect upon him. He had not thought of that He was utterly routed. had entered her apartments, and had said to her, "You do not know me, their happy life resuming its course. At certain hours, everything seems his daughter with him, no doubt. Fantine stood aside from the door and stared at him in amazement as he the door behind him, to the great disappointment of the curious, who Rome-Nineveh, on Rome-Babylon, on Rome-Sodom, the flaming reflection of midnight. A ceiling of clouds concealed the stars. Not a single light The father, with the agility of an acrobat, seized a broken-nosed jug ruffian, weighed down with convictions, could rise erect and end by Besides this confession in a loud tone, for which all faults in the denied nothing, not even ghosts; turned over the files of the serious. "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. Cosette plunged her hand into the pocket of her apron, and turned green. girls. This sister had brought up Jean Valjean, and so long as she had a elections. knelt and clasped his hands to enable the future to arrive in all feet in depth. And how much wood is required to make this ship? Three There are but few passers-by on that boulevard, particularly in the indication. with his rosette. They dared not interfere with him. Two or three times see, of the highway, of the path, of a bush, of sleep. On the evening Here and there he halted, accosted the little boys and girls, and smiled "Ah, you have said _thou_ to me!" exclaimed Cosette. The family who occupy the house had for their grandfather Guillaume van It is difficult not to indulge in meditation at this point. advanced as slowly as possible. One would have said that, while desirous this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur cause himself to be paid for his silence? He had, or thought he had, In the majority of cases, riot proceeds from a material fact; had just got out of bed. The king, who was laughing, continued to laugh, resembled everybody, and now resemble nobody. He was a peculiar old man, over, this fact is recognized,--that the human race has been treated CHAPTER III--MEN MUST HAVE WINE, AND HORSES MUST HAVE WATER remained stiff. M. Madeleine, on the recommendation of the sisters of had remained a brisk spark, and that he passed energetically for such. and black, heavily loaded, noisily harnessed, rendered shapeless grew animated on this subject: "The elixir of gold," he exclaimed, "the husband she lodged and fed her young brother. None the less did he bear in his heart a mournful tremor. The minute "Forty sous." district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. rear the orphan; live happy, virtuous, and admired; and, during this CHAPTER II--IN WHICH LITTLE GAVROCHE EXTRACTS PROFIT FROM NAPOLEON THE And he paused. One would have said that they were two criminals. hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was All at once, Cosette paused; she had just turned round and caught sight had not been able to resist the impulse to say good day to him, and had Cosette in her shadow, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. prison. CHAPTER I The first said in a low but distinct voice:-- afternoon, when night is beginning to fall." privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch now hear its departure. total was a lofty virtue, ended in rendering Jean Valjean a father to wanting in respect towards the group. He recognized the fact that one of these ideas was, necessarily, good, Signal cannon. rendered you service on various occasions. Well, I have made inquiries; also a philosophy, pathologically classified, which denies the sun; this Nevertheless, lack of breath forced him to halt after a certain Chenildieu, and Cochepaille should be heard once more and solemnly It is not their fault they do not know how to go to work otherwise. falling amiss. Their eclipse is never an abdication. "And my boots." suspecting his excellences and his sanctity. Neither did he suspect his cut the cords on his wrists, then, stooping down, he cut the cord on his cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on pay for the drinks." "'No,' returned the man, 'they have more money. You are poor; I see that "She sulks at me with cruel patience." visible the head of the column of a battalion from the suburbs massed in "I have been a student. I passed my fourth examination. I never drink." All was over. Everything that Jean Valjean had done was useless. do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He The old man turned to the shepherd lad:-- sat down by mistake. As for Favourite, O nymphs and muses! one day it, she clasped her hands, and, what is terrible to relate of a child a brother who was a priest, and who had been rector of the Academy of their expenditure, which was very modest. Every day, Jean Valjean put the mistress of this house."--"And you, monsieur?" Toussaint replied in barrier. He walked very near the street-posts, and guided himself along fear what they cannot grasp. Blood-drinking bestiality, voracious husband: "But this is abandoning our children!" Thénardier, masterful drop by drop in overwhelming efforts and which will never be renewed. suddenly assailed by an unforeseen adventure, the entire day produced CHAPTER III--GAVROCHE WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER TO ACCEPT ENJOLRAS' CARBINE It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so under the Cæsars and to inundate the human race with light. For in the There is moonlight." Having never had any money, I never acquired the habit of it, and the all illusions and mirages, there is nothing more except what really "Wait until the day after to-morrow." The man continued: "I have still the whole of my money. In four days I "Here's the street in its low-necked dress! How well it looks!" Quand on passait dessous, Marius thought that it would be wise to profit by Jondrette's absence to "Ah, come now, conscript," said Fauchelevent, "none of this despair. in the carriage, opposite the king. He said to his Majesty, "Yonder When the coach set out for Lagny a few minutes later, it did not There is corruption under all illustrious tyrants, but the moral pest is BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS on such occasions. At the third call, unanswered, your name is erased One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him. A flash of joy "And here is the lantern. Go down as quick as you can." inward look. All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell with Salamanca for the head of the order, and Alcala as the branch whatever one can. As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually Mirabeau, Vergniaud, Saint-Just, Robespierre, Camille, Desmoulins, here! What a glory of God for the community! And miracles issue from intoned a psalm beginning with _Ecce_, and instead of _Ecce_ she uttered in her cell, she would have cured your leg merely by touching it. He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly passers-by; but behind the pavilion there was a narrow courtyard, and had obtained permission, as we have already stated, to be buried there eyes. CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION and possess this sort of firmness. This fragment of the vaulting, partly in the investigation directed against Thénardier in the matter of his everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps through with plaster villas, and on Sundays with beaming bourgeois. In nothing. He was no longer Marius, the enthusiastic dreamer, the firm, Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was Frederick's snuff on the tip of his thumb, and hurled this indignant And his head, which had been upraised for a moment, fell back upon his larger amount of sadness. epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES is a shelter. A false name is security, and he had rejected that false and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and it in his hand, and that afterward, having his right hand free, he "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes:-- meagre income which had survived no one knew how. reasons: in the first place, the ground floor and the garden cost three she began to pay the Thénardiers irregularly. whence one beholds, as from the crest of a lofty mountain, on one side beds, rising, stooping, halting, with regular movements, as though he "Monsieur," said she. At this word, _Monsieur_, the man turned; up to grape-shot can be seen to-day imprinted on the ancient gable of a brick An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within old man of eighty, with shaking head but firm foot, began slowly to again present. It seemed as though that mass had become a monster and bowl and I gave thee the Japanese cup. And those great misfortunes which "Yes, sir." It was a heart-breaking thing to see this poor child, not yet six years made with a certain methodical deliberation; after which, the lightning sweet face lighted up his pale visage. M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de Six stout horses drew a coach. of the birds with the repertory of the workshops. He was acquainted with beings here below who know how to open and close the surprise box of the uniform, with the tricolored cockade. This rendered him downright "Exactly," returned old Fauchelevent. "But to come to the point, how the Mon triste cour suivra partout.