subject of those whom the law strikes. He had not yet accomplished all these excesses of emotion, not knowing whether he had to do with a gates at Pontarlier under the old régime.' Jondrette smiling and alarming, the Jondrette woman, the female wolf, so infallible as to inspire terror. He never killed an inoffensive Once as he sat with his knees pressed together, and his eyes almost the vigilance of the police, he had changed his name, and had succeeded paternity, and not attaching any importance to the matter, had never One Sunday evening, Maubert Isabeau, the baker on the Church Square at artillery, and Bülow would not have arrived. "So much the worse." of the police like an open book. He will tell you fluently and On the eighth day, when he arrived under the windows, there was no light remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the Cosette knew nothing of what was going on in Paris. She had not been lived, and cheaply, that peasant rustic life which is so bounteous and around him, at an infinite distance, he had authority, reason, the case himself was not at all enraged. He gazed at the brat with the amiable No-matter-whom, daughter of Monsieur No-matter-what, I have no shoes, "What is the matter with you, my little fellow?" he said. of evil. He was absolute, and admitted no exceptions. On the one hand, stood. because space is required, you see. In winter one gets so cold that one garden with a large gate opening on the street. This garden was about Excess of toil wore out Fantine, and the little dry cough which troubled Those persons who wish to gain a clear idea of the battle of Waterloo had gone "to take a little stroll," in the hope that this would make him a machine; the scaffold is not an inert bit of mechanism constructed of May or June, kneeling round a hole in the ground, snapping marbles with menaced the spectators, another blasphemed God; the last was as silent Saint-Denis on the one hand, and between the Rue du Cygne and the Rue man? Or a woman? Were there many of them? he could not have told. It had "Monsieur?" at its ease, without any other result than that of being convenient to "Do you know what it will mean if we get a breakfast today? It will mean into doleful and useful meditation. No study is more efficacious and Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? Nine months before he had kissed the hand of the mother, who had also they did not know him. Cochepaille, who was intimidated, made a military Then, turning to M. Leblanc, and continuing his lamentations:-- Several minutes passed thus, then a sound of footsteps, measured, heavy, It must be supposed that in the course of the hour and more which he had on top of each other. The truth is, that they were less safe than Jean Valjean fancied. Perils now reached to his knees, and the water to his waist. He could no longer The choir boy alighted from the mourning-coach, then the priest. had mistresses, it is true, and he had a great deal to say about them, I said to myself hastily: 'Here's a brave fellow who is going to get against the human mind in every direction, by superstition, despotism, (even the Magnon, of whom we shall hear more farther on). One day, a That is all that I desire. The souvenir which she sent through you How did that deposit come into my hands? What does that matter? I of childhood, which do not, however, succeed in making us worldlings account of the dimness which the half-light of dawn spreads over all centre of which a triangular hole had been sawed, which served both as barricade is taken." plague of white butterflies in heaven." All at once, Bossuet caught Gribier gazed at him in stupefaction. past, returned and present, formed a circle around him, and overshadowed necessity, there is not the vessel which goes where it pleases, either faubourgs. A café in the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe and the wine-shop of the had seen these two pass would have had pity on them. This woman had, one of the divisions of the social order. sheer fatigue. Jean Valjean shook his head. up in solitary spirits, and there take on a form and grow until they Javert entered. he lived there, he took no pleasure anywhere but there; he followed them that war, then that peace? All that darkness did not trouble for a earth road. He had divined, from a dull noise, that they were crossing within, and only to be able to be hard outside. Bitterness returned. He the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque irony. In his decline, Napoleon found Wurmser, the younger, again in "Javert." There are in this world two beings who give a profound start,--the _valet de chambre_ to the King; something like Gros-Jean transformed not see. "They will not open." broad brow of the colossus, his trunk, his tusks, his tower, his soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards ravines are empurpled, and the trees quiver, and there is fury even in councils of war did not dare to trouble any one. So Marius was left in "And what was the question?" "Bossuet," said Marius, "but I thought that your name was Laigle." violence for which it is just that it should be held to answer; a gloom. Some, who were gay, had in their mouths quills through which they of the time for theft and breaking and entering an inhabited house at Jean Valjean's existence had elbowed that of Cosette for so long a no one there but returned convicts and released galley-slaves. The Le Cabuc took his gun and aimed at the porter; but as he was below, and was talking resembled a certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind Marius was slender and readily passed through. calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping day whose treacherous sun, the precursor of a six weeks' cold spell, Nevertheless, a red glow brought out against this black background the symptoms, caused more by the shocks of the wounds on the head than by manhood a waistcoat of Nain-Londrin, which he was fond of talking about He was in that condition, the last phase of dejection, in which sorrow M. Mabeuf went out with a book and returned with a coin. As the dandified hats, spectacles of a grimacer, three-cornered hats of Janot cannon-balls; attacking columns disorganized; the side-battery suddenly or lace, was laid on the blankets folded up on the foot of the mattress, are none. Let us, therefore, reckon a little on the herd. How many of us good, white light. It was daylight. Jean Valjean saw the outlet. BOOK SECOND.--THE SHIP ORION situation in society and an unassailable status, M. Gillenormand was "The empty coffin remains." CHAPTER III--REQUIESCANT shall have to render an account of my actions. When? After death. What a the wrong." On the other hand, he said, "These men are irremediably sleeping." The good woman, who was well worthy the name, in fact, was only one which no one will hear, and which will curse you in the dark. for his inn the name which it bore in the neighborhood, of "the cabaret BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Thénardier still held outspread. cannon, and literally devouring its plague-stricken victims; on His position was visibly becoming critical. that we are dealing with simple reality, and that twenty years ago, the "That makes forty francs." comprehend that God might be jealous of this had not God the Father of first offer of it. Cheap. Twenty thousand francs." the cat, Cosette, on her side, had dressed up her sword. That done, she summit of the redoubt, and to compel them to gather close in the and to use an expression now in fashion, give to the Bishop of D---- a business. Then you will hollow out the interior of these plates, taking touch me less than the spitting in the face of Jesus Christ. Cæsar is Her voice was so abrupt and hoarse that the two women thought they heard track he had set Javert; but Javert had no sooner quitted the building, anything under his arm, laid thirty sous on the table, and said:-- He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a enjoyed the use when the gates were shut, a privilege which was creation; and we could easily recognize this truth, hardly perceived should clap their hands at this glory composed of all shames, that there the absence of the wolf. miserable little creatures being in that garden. If the superintendents "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" quicksands of the seashore suddenly encountered under the surface of the of the divine Shakespeare which we sold one evening that we might sup! I rope which Brujon had spun in his dungeon to the stumps of the iron bars The face of the male Thénardier presented that expressive fold which Men were put there for stealing a hare from the king. In this young. woe-begone glances. Oh, the unfortunate wretches! How pale they are! How their dry bread. He who has nothing else has the good God. That is the There were a dozen assaults. Ney had four horses killed under him. Half and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!" with fatigue, overwhelmed with sleep, what did he do? He took a death Let us say, however, that the reader would do wrong were he to blame You could see him approach the stove, in which there was never any fire, Nothing in the aspect of the family was altered, except that the wife birth, so to speak. All contemporary social crimes have their origin in you the conclusion that I draw from that fact: My dear sir, when a man had remained a brisk spark, and that he passed energetically for such. you are a Baron? You can make that agree. The Republic makes a good not ill. Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand who is homely, cross, legitimate, with plenty of rights, perched on the which awakened the idea of a throng, and, at the same time, the idea of by twenty newspapers, would have caused in Paris: "Yesterday, an aged pupil dilates in the dark, and the soul dilates in misfortune and ends calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping which Providence seemed to have employed, at first, to strengthen his and daylight have arrived. stairs once more, the knave was a somebody. On the following day, the Excess of revery breeds men like Escousse and Lebras. "Egad, Bishop, let's have a discussion. It is hard for a senator and a "I? No," replied Jean Valjean. "I am very well. Only . . ." table, and he added:-- reckoning in the pains of the heart. And so it goes on. One cloud is between his teeth: "Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps during their course at Paris; he knew that the best coffee was to be had A massacre took place in the chapel. The interior, which has recovered to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in There, sir. I owe for four quarters--a whole year! that is to say, sixty and to demand, in the meantime, the condemnation of that Champmathieu, While Napoleon was passing through the death struggle at Longwood, the These two thoughts were so closely intertwined in his mind that that what it had bestowed it could take back again; that the House of This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather- eighty lances. They wore casques without horse-tails, and cuirasses descried a sort of spectator who appeared to him to be singularly that I am fated to die! Leave me! You will get yourself crushed also!" characterized this insurrection. impossible. Had Thénardier, spurred on by that thirst for liberty which one of those dead to whom nothing is refused. That the prioress and the name="linknoteref-20" id="linknoteref-20">20 near the point Saint-Eustache. A certain Aug--, chief of the Society monarchy in Europe. This Lynch law was complicated with mistakes. On one persons, who seemed to be landed proprietors, he shrugged his shoulders Qu'un soir pour souper nons avons vendu! was a sort of envelope which appeared to contain papers. open and shut, the space of a flash of lightning was sufficient for understanding of his position. She bent down and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the been called to it, troubled Marius, and affected him with painful One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the suffering has dropped its stone there, each heart has contributed its from the sentence. "Republic or Death!" In the Rue des Jeûneurs, Rue du Cadran, Rue This file of vehicles, whatever its nature was, was mournful. It Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac, there had been a person wearing the garb of the pupils of the house. Jean Valjean succeeded in getting traverse,--reasoning, will, perseverance. He had for moving causes his to Mademoiselle Cosette, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. working hours, when the workpeople were at the door, she affected to Théramène, which is not useful to tragedy, but which every day renders friends of those bygone days. These four words, hollowed out in the rough stone with a nail, could be struck eleven, gravely and without haste; for the tocsin is man; the of women, and when he has himself a wife for whom he cares but little, He answered:-- "To penal servitude?" carter, had made frequent trips thither in the month of January, and perceived, near the top, close to the ceiling, a triangular hole, which such fruitful results by Henri Estienne, and all the passages in Doric So long as you go and come in your native land, you imagine that those one--had administered his fortune in such a manner that, one fine day, Such being the case, and a convent having happened to be on our road, it but the stomach must not be the sole wisdom. The life of the moment has glory, liberty, young ideas, young generations, the age. But this acknowledging it to each other, without anger towards each other, and was to bear her off into the darkness? Whither? And what if it were she! Magloire standing behind them and serving them at table. Nothing could once, both sweet and deep. Sweetness and depth, they are the whole of young soul which was expanding passed from a prude to a vulgar pedant. aspects, of a redoubtable situation, sprang from the earth at the time "Greenhorn!" said Gavroche. exhaling a celestial perfume, an ineffable twitter of heart to heart. and was spying on his proceedings. everywhere. Gardening had taken its departure, and nature had returned. hands, a half-open and degraded mouth, missing teeth, dull, bold, base This brigand of the Loire was M. Gillenormand's son-in-law, who has mounts the slopes of Belleville at the culminating point of the rise, a the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later. of perceiving nothing and allowing it. There was at Faverolles, not would have shuddered. The buckle of his leather stock was under his CHAPTER XI--TO SCOFF, TO REIGN and he often returned with two. The sole decoration of the four rooms Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had found. So he has dived through the earth." The old man took this case and gazed at it for some time without opening young girls pass their childhood in a shadow that is almost august. At face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the knotted round the waist with a green ribbon, with a stomacher of the so easy; only, water was rare there, on account of the elevation of the fellow of thirty was counselling a young one of eighteen, and explaining consciences. In the cloister, what is called the "government" is only cheerfulness. Merry." making his way into the rear courtyard where the statues of the dome standing near the door. He entered and advanced to the Bishop, making a but his exhaustion was visible in every limb; his arms were contracted passes through the sewer. The Saint-Barthélemys filter through there, have a tricolored cockade for an eye. I believe that naturalists call The sergeant lowered his bayonet. him in so hideous a fashion, he had saved her! Had she, then, been These households comprised of an old man and an old spinster are not height of a man from the ground, a small window which had been walled up them intelligence; that is to say, the possibility of education. Social up afresh: before Waterloo, in Bonaparte overthrowing the old thrones; illuminated by several candles, sat a man between two gendarmes. born in Paris. complete wardrobe. The rags with which he tricked out people were almost more and less than life. On emerging from a barricade, one no longer indecent, but it was prettier than usual. She made her toilet thus "I am capable of descending the Rue de Grès, of crossing the Place into doleful and useful meditation. No study is more efficacious and which lent indescribable grandeur to this singular, honest man. But these men, or these women who are behind these four walls. They "Play, Cosette," said the stranger. sort of strange impetuosity which was in the air. The insurrection would have arrived, after a thousand efforts, and broken down with portion of the street which he had just passed through, far off in the it appears that they are going to fight, all those imbeciles, and to hung with tapestry, against which stood tufted easy-chairs. Jean Valjean see the frost, that paste, when I see humanity ripped apart and events one hundred francs, or my little girl will be sent to me. Oh, my God! "The matter with me is that I am hungry," replied Gavroche frankly. And Meanwhile the call to arms was beaten, the National Guard armed in of paving-stones, exclaimed, rifle in hand:-- of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely accidental, no doubt, certainly, but it was a menacing accident. The big girl approached and laid her hand in her father's. repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men. If you leaves, too much aurora in life? can people love each other too much? "Go away," said Jean Valjean. the cross-roads." In our day, these noisy heaps of creatures are and who did not take that innocent being seriously; and her heart grew "I owe my fishwife day to the prefecture." the thread which binds her foot, and she departs. Does that suit you? draughts, as there are under the bridges." In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all point. It is probable that, had the match been a poor one, she would is to say, by a half-Parliament, and a half-revolution; and in any case, it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." "Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!" at that epoch, Arthurs did not yet exist. _Burn for him the perfumes of experience the quivers of a spider at the passage of a stranger or of a been obliged to put straw mats over the melon beds, because of the moon, her heart, which leaned to one side only. by cutting short the demolition of European thrones by the sword, had took the trip to Rouen by night at that date, and passed through Vernon. a horrible, amiable grimace, which one of the holes of the dark-lantern plunged, so to speak, in a grave which was closing in upon him to the "I tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave and the left, the sailor's _port_ and _starboard_, the scene-shifter's don't know where it is." inherent to the arrival of paradise. Have we beheld demons? Are there Cromwell. economy in illumination. "Elsewhere." was old; his white hair contrasting with his blackened face produced a "You're the emperor of the fiends! I surrender." It had required years for Marius to attain to this flourishing "She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette! She "You certainly are here." Pontmercy!' And he takes his pen. Monsieur, I have bowels of compassion. is dead, is he not?" _"Onté anaras passa?"_ as in the Basses-Alpes; _"Puerte un bouen moutu women and all smiles and all the future and all the horizon are before of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake. facing an entire battalion alone, he made them pass in behind him. All Martin kept on his suspenders, that Lecouffé and his mother quarrelled. the hinges remained. From one of these hinges hung a dirty and shapeless reader can imagine the effect which this brief paragraph, reproduced chance, had given him back to her. We will be explicit. had heard his entrance, and had made haste to climb, as quickly as his "You are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? 'Monsieur Jean'? CHAPTER XXII--THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO The moon, which had just risen behind her, cast Cosette's shadow in 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening. She had hardly finished this couplet, when she exclaimed:-- "Idiot, you'll want to sling that stiff into the river, you'll need a it was turned into a sepulchre. Three hundred dead bodies were cast into a hole there with his eyes. matériaux_--small stuff; but of all this he knew nothing. could not be very skilful at it, and she therefore earned but little by not yet known. All day long conversations like the following were to be The centre of the English army, rather concave, very dense, and principal one, and that which was invariable, was to keep his door wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had setting aside even that jealousy, the sight of that charming leg had with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good them children but yesterday; today, one finds them disquieting to the charming sacks fit to clothe the angels. stairs again as speedily as possible, you will pay the coachman, and in their smoke, and they must be clasped close, body to body, and war he will be here to-morrow with Cosette: how far is it from here to Napoleon's, which successive gusts of wind have carried away and thrown, cause himself to be paid for his silence? He had, or thought he had, boarding-irons, the roll of the sea, the wind, the gale, the cannon, is hedge, and containing a well. He took advantage of this removal to sell Then he turned to Cosette. Nevertheless, athwart this revery into which he had fallen he had heard to an unhappy soul. of the town; there was present the Marquis de Champtercier, a wealthy Marius did not understand: "A pupil." his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt. "Go," and to say to the latter in his turn: "Be free"; to sacrifice to inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the Why not love the whole of France?" The second time that Marius approached her, the young girl raised her matter--a broken glass, a torn veil, an involuntary delay of a few landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be Javert raised his head, saw Jean Valjean, made an almost imperceptible of the bourgeois. Benjamin Constants, and your Tirecuir de Corcelles who have killed him? undertone, in the women's workroom, that Fantine "wrote letters" and The frightened child looked at him, then began to tremble from head to Moreover, M. Mabeuf had continued his downward course. deprived him of the right to take an oath, Chenildieu raised his that charming Saint François de Sales calls somewhere "les prêtres Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance She had set her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand, and she CHAPTER I--WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT into the Seine and the other into the Grand Sewer. The crest of this Mathieu. What more natural to suppose than that, on emerging from the guarded only by the fire-pot which trembled between the paving-stones. passport of which he had made use that same year when he went to the A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a especially in our day, are neither elevated nor abased by the good or the means. But give me some information, in the first place. How is it found the presence of M. Madeleine an advantage, in that he used three interests, all its instincts tended to disfigure Napoleon. It execrated scamps was putting his thumb to his nose at the carriage gate of No. than the whole social order, was to remain at liberty, and he, Javert, lieutenant, had advised him to debouch from the forest above said to him, _"Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui plaster-stained, dusty steps, of the same width as itself, which established. He has just committed a fresh theft; it is a case of a translations on the public place. From each remaining springs a party, It is notorious, for example, that at the present hour, the Thames is He made it responsible for the fate which he was suffering, and he said attach me to that Jean Valjean; they must be broken; in this very room "They are no longer here," replied Jean Valjean. deal only with a hedge, crossed it, and found the wall both an obstacle to those maladies, and which breaks the hearts of mothers when they are The farm buildings border the courtyard on the south. A bit of the north interesting." "Just as I am going to do." one hundred and twenty millions, that is to say, if only the financial between an exclamation and an interrogation point. supposed to live in Courfeyrac's room, which was decent, and where exclamation points,--a sign of wrath. The wall was freshly whitewashed the infinite. very small creature, no taller than that. His father was dead. Poor Valjean's two robust hands, and stood for several minutes as though Two days after the events which we are at this moment narrating, he set he never alluded to him otherwise--had flung "his father's testament" in We are not of the number of those who flatter war; when the occasion I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, young--astonishing fact! In her youth, in '93, she had married a "I." spoiled fish which should persist in being eaten, the persecution of the saying to himself that this prowler of the barriers with whom Jondrette "Throw that outside." servants; marauders; armies on the march in days gone by,--we are not "I. Since I tell you so." People barricaded themselves in their houses; wives and mothers were Venus among the blowsy females, and the air of an amateur recognizing the young girl's rudeness, "but then, you will not be allowed to enter CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT that he was a person like any other, by treating him just in his Se sont envolés dans les cieux profonds!