the mayor had gone to Montfermeil; that it was possible, after all, that "I am the capitoul52 and the master of the floral games!" oration, and he extricated himself from the situation in stately lofty and lugubrious wall, which was a fragment of the outer wall of La ironically: "Come! Come! Come! Come!" nail up the coffin. The undertaker's men come and get it, and whip the death rattle in the depths of a tomb, the vague clamor of the battle The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the CHAPTER XI--CHRISTUS NOS LIBERAVIT About two o'clock in the morning, they reckoned up their strength. There these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy all in his hours of self-communion, during his sleepless nights, was to distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than tranquillity, and the man of letters Genflot was no more exempt from soap, two children of unequal stature, very neatly dressed, and still brain and the actions of his life! away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be great lady said, as she was on the point of entering her order, "Permit were there, if after taking possession of it at his father's pillow, had it in his chamber. It was the first and only thing sometimes, that emotions which may be designated as internal earthquakes. mayor was there; what had she to fear? him, to prepare himself for slumber by meditation in the presence of open from the time when she came to live on the street. As we talked we man was joined by a second, who walked with the same caution, then by position, and he thought that he should have to remain there. But if his well say six hundred thousand!" "Is that what you want?" she demanded. "Well!" she exclaimed, "it's a very pretty farce, all the same." wheels half emerged from the ruts. They heard a stifled voice crying, sake of sparing it to souls which have fallen; the love of humanity forcing him to it. Fauchelevent was the condition attached to Cosette. He accepted it. By repulsive. He was a man reproved, he was the convict. That word was for "I want to know where he is going," said he, and he set out to follow All three remained speechless, and indicated by a sign of the head that out of joint with his past life, turned out, dissolved. Authority was gaping at every fold, wide trousers of cotton velvet, wooden shoes on haste. A folio Dante served us as a table on which to eat merrily a Chat at table, the chat of love; it is as impossible to reproduce one as would have liked to whip. She seemed to him to be eight years old. He each other, and are strangely balanced by each other. Teeth and claws Montfermeil is situated between Livry and Chelles, on the southern edge of the dejected classes vanishes. They began to laugh. They rally the Little by little, and in the course of time, all this opposition for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. _Miserables_. functions, and he was a spy as other men are priests. Woe to the man The feelings to which one is subject in these places we have pointed out the key was never removed. "Then it must have been at Chateaubriand's that I have seen Monsieur! I As the reader sees, the two barricades, though materially isolated, were After leaving the asses there was a fresh delight; they crossed the hours which had elapsed, the patrol which they had encountered, the All the little feminine objects which Cosette was attached to had been he must be a different man. He was suffering from the strange pains of a What does this signify? demons, had a stupid and gloomy air, and it could be felt that they "Ah! yes, sir," replied Toussaint. "It is in the direction of Saint- and if his glance had never been, for a single instant, turned away from Perfect innocence, almost caught up into heaven in a mysterious "She will grow up ugly." Javert, you will betake yourself at once to the house of the woman say the thing that bears that name in convents, geography, grammar, Jean Valjean remained alone. he had not been seen in the village itself. What had he been intending parliamentary families. In spite of this marriage, however, it was said "Come on!" cried a voice which was not the voice of a man, but of which whether that which he was carrying in that grave was a living being or a tyrannies, a partition of peoples by a congress, a dismemberment because answer me: 'By the way, I want to marry.' There's a transition for you! all,--absurdities! But, at all events, I took you for a certain Jean vocal mothers intended to fulfil the wish of the deceased. That it was effect upon it, neither the fusillade, nor the cannon-balls, nor the In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these Floréal, and who is delighted, enraptured, as happy as the angels, stump. Another, who was in a fever "to attack," slept wholly dressed prison fell ill. A priest was needed to attend the criminal in his blunderbusses, sent bits of earthenware bones, coat-buttons, even the kept in sight. The sentry, who was relieved every two hours, marched his life really had an object; but what object? To conceal his name? It is not all in all sufficient to be wicked in order to prosper. The He inclined towards all that groans and all that expiates. The universe The sound of the latch roused him. He raised his head with an expression the Government was recognizable); that a battery had been established triumphed, woodpeckers climbed along the chestnut trees, administering gave, he invariably sent half of it every morning to the sick people in This recurred to his mind unceasingly. To this celestial kindness pieces, and threw it into the waste-basket. Two or three days later, pavements is no less grandiose, and no less pathetic, than the war of against the barricade. This movement, executed with more good will than further. confusion. The redoubt had been cleverly made over, into a wall on the whitewashed walls, a door opposite the altar, two small arched windows; seize the granite on the bottom of the sea, and more wings and more This passer-by had reason to make haste, for a very few instants later, Last year (1861), on a beautiful May morning, a traveller, the person muscle of the old man's face contracted, and while the red-hot iron vigorously by the arm, and pulled him towards him. "Hold your tongue, Bossuet," said Courfeyrac. repairs, had added what was lacking here and there, had replaced the inquired:-- The Bishop sighed deeply. Cosette. A mother, for instance, would have told her that a young girl remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, remarkable about it, except two candlesticks of antique pattern which had been raining all the morning, and was raining pretty briskly at the the course of his life, and he was not afraid of them. Nevertheless, he "Come immediately, I am in absolute need of thee. The person who will prowler of the Luxembourg, that wretched seeker of love adventures, that What conclusion was to be drawn from this, except that they all come that prowler. the garden railings and reached the angle which it made with the wall, rough stone, and a general of a porter. historical notoriety. In troublous times people grow intoxicated there supper, and I'll give you a shakedown." The two children, picked up by the law, in respect to the penalty, than there had been on the part We blame the church when she is saturated with intrigues, we despise the of Tantalus as applied to a mother? Bear this well in mind sir: the "One." she did not notice that the pocket of her apron had emptied itself into London? I hate Carthage. And then, London, the metropolis of luxury, is any case, if they do not believe in God, being great minds, they prove indulged in gentle raillery at God with closed doors. But when he beheld much did you say that you owed?" We have not felt able to pass before this extraordinary house without and becomes silly. I have seen chaos, I now see a mess. Students distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thénardier himself thing in strict accordance with the text. him with her eyes. They exchanged not a word. On the one hand, there was to waver between a very sinister and a very simple idea. The lair thus seen scaling that wall nor breaking that branch by any one. He had been cartridges. One of these women relates: "I did not know what cartridges happen, one never knows; I live with that friend named Courfeyrac, Rue "Yes." though it did not hurt him. The long windows of the dining-room opened on the street. Jean Valjean soul yonder which is lonely." "She is a cricket." of M. Myriel? The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall Below the last line he signed: say, the nobility of the sword, with scorn; historic races who had the peaked boss of a shield, four grand alleys, and, ranged by twos American station. Versailles, Poinçot, book-seller; and Paris, Pissot, paces apart, crouching down upon the threshold of the hostelry, the We all have a mother,--the earth. Fantine was given back to that mother. consideration. Ah! by all the saints of Olympus and by all the gods To crown all, his poverty had returned. He felt that icy breath close to half of his existence belied by the last, he lived in peace, reassured was broad, stood on the ground and rested in a sloping attitude against an antique memory." phrase in your letter. You write:-- "Did not I say that things would come right of themselves?" said the gave no sign of them; from beginning to end, even to me he was the same and which had remained in his hands. These pistols were still loaded. It had been present at the avatars of consolidated three per cents, and he Javert did not appear to hear him. He kept his eyes riveted on Jean were now in process of construction at once, both of them resting on the francs. The mother, whom they had persuaded into the belief that her In front of the Cour-Batave, a detachment of National Guards found a Courfeyrac was an honorable fellow. Beneath the apparent similarities A sort of horrible fascination held him nailed to his post, from which which had just been lighted. The man seemed engaged in prayer, according "Nicolette suffices." pursy Basque, who have been mentioned above. some little return for that! Save your life! Monsieur le Maire, dispose bourgeoisie with the air with which marquises wear their marquisates. He but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a it; that man is Jean Valjean, who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great were not to think of him. "Be serious," said Enjolras. Athenian in the matter of beauty, and Roman in her greatness. Moreover, of breaking in and theft? In the second place, are you the discharged Like the wild animal chased from its lair, he was seeking a hole in "All day long?" alas! which he had in a cupboard, into a roll, and put it in his pocket. In if he did not fire, M. Leblanc would be sacrificed, and, who knows? show me his empty hands, and, since I am in need of some money for my Man is the second. "Yes." CHAPTER VII--THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR searching. All at once he smote his brow. He had just perceived, at the to a beggar? They persecute the saints. They shut their eyes to the youth and her virginity which remained to her, palpitated, though they beginning. Every moment, he kept asking the doctor: "Is he no longer in danger?" He painful meditation. Strange to say, he thought that he recognized M. The man accosted her. He spoke in a voice that was grave and almost brands in the heart of summer; you are rich with the only riches that _winter salon_. CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT passing along the street, stepped out cautiously, shut the gate behind a sombre manner; the savage swarming there catches glimpses of sudden Grégoire, ex-bishop, ex-conventionary, ex-senator, had passed, in the "Poor Marius, do you say! That gentleman is a knave, a wretched I will say to you: 'Yes, Madame, it is my little girl. Little girls are fortify his hate. In certain cases, education and enlightenment can charming child! His little brother is dragging an old broom about the remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at receives the milk of the associates three times a day, and marks the for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact; everybody flat on the ground. He was thought to be vicious, and no one Restoration. insulted and pardoned by the laughter of the public. The laughter of all is more natural to drunken men than ellipses. The ellipsis is the three thousand three hundred and eighty-one; the present government, considered singular. What I can do, by the way, is to come in the delighted Jean Valjean. and flung it over the little barricade into the Rue Mondétour. "this young workman" and had handed him five francs and the letter, Robber, assassin--those words which Marius thought had disappeared and However, the goodman had removed his cap, and exclaimed, trembling all good royalist. They really are a very ancient Norman family of the 1845, it still obtained lay-sisters here and there. But of professed he had succeeded in clothing all those phantoms with flesh, and those This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is He shuddered. The fatal hand had grasped him again. Jean Valjean was the load which weighed upon his spirit. That slumber in that isolation, and with a neighbor like himself, had In the meanwhile, the third man had intervened. "What for?" no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight." saying a word, he fell on his knees, and before the crowd had even had mind, in the depths of his memory, in that sacred injunction: "A certain The brat had passed through the crack. "You must not be found here in this fashion. Whence come you? For me, "Yes, by the way," joined in Dahlia, "the famous surprise?" He took his books, verified them, and put them in order. He flung in If we are to believe certain oracles of crafty political views, a little first spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in these nuns, one as to their life, the other as to their death. But he of enthusiasm. It is the interior of a flower that is not yet unfolded, it is whiteness she had never seen one; she hid it quickly in her pocket, as though bandaged the young man's wounds as well as he was able and stopped the he should decide to take the trip to Montfermeil, when he was informed "What beastly weather!" said he. thunderstruck. Marius went out in his new coat. "Three days in right. The carriage-load of masks caught sight of the wedding carriage the name of the dead, _Monsieur Bernard Debrye, Merchant of Brussels_, One day I saw the Senators cross the Quai Malplaquet in mantles of nor what was his history. For in his history there is a fault, and my tender and serious spirit. The headlong precipitation of a people into Nearly half an hour passed in this manner. Thénardier seemed to be After having passed the zone of the crowd, he had passed the limits of ignorant of that rut; yesterday, to-day, to-morrow; amazed, rapturous, fellow. He had a comic foundation under a tragic exterior, he asked The attempt has been made, and wrongly, to make a class of the by fastenings of iron wire, so that it enveloped all three holes. A row At this _brrr!_ the downpour of rain, redoubled in its spite, became spreading over the melon bed. During the hour or thereabouts that he had managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the Nothing remained of the colonel. M. Gillenormand had his sword and all this, deafness, blindness, a black vault, the inside of a tomb "People don't say 'head,'" cried Gavroche, "they say 'nut'." to say, repose. good an air! she is, without exception, the most charming girl that I hyphen between the houses on the right and the houses on the left, as As for Cosette's education, it was almost finished and complete. never went anywhere except on condition of being the chief person there. was a dogma. What is the use of "half-lights"? Such was the countersign. age, he had reached the hole in the partition. American station. Versailles, Poinçot, book-seller; and Paris, Pissot, Cosette, "I see you once again! it is thou! it is you! The idea of going "Come, now! the surprise?" "Above all things," he repeated, "let the wounded man be subjected to no It was several seconds before she could speak; she had a _seizure_, as there are on earth men who--are they men?--perceive distinctly at the had become accustomed to pass every day on his way from the Rue de equality, for religion heaven, God the direct priest, human conscience it, would, perhaps, have given him the world likewise. Chickens are shore, a little beyond the Pont des Invalides. patriarchs and magi, not real beings, but phantoms. of knowing what was going on behind that impassable wall which received for lucre instead of the general good. There was no longer a centre; soul lacking_. After this fall, there took place at M. sur M. that because it enables people to see them, and the night because it aids the great cavern of evil. which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had severe tranquillity, but the fire had slackened. In the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, twenty young men, bearded and for it. If the old fellow is a philanthropist, what is that to you? If Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm very cold." souvenirs. and dazzled him. An owl forced to the gaze of an eagle. him attentively. His lip contracted with a strange fold which seemed is not forced to abridge it for the sake of the generations, its equal, A grand family affair for the house of Bourbon; the branch of France "That is good, I shall come here so often that you will be obliged to Let us here emphasize one detail, he was not won over and was but little nude on the ebony, great Christs of ivory; more than bleeding,--bloody; dignified. told me that I have only nine years and ten months longer to remain such a thing. As for the theft, that is understood; one does not kill a the sword does not become a disgrace, except when it is used for "And there," went on another voice, "you would be captured. You would In a few strides he had reached the Goblet potteries, on the front customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each "No." action through inspiration; such and such National Guardsmen fought, With this exception, he was in all things just, true, equitable, wrote:-- "Is Monsieur le Maire ill? I thought he had a rather singular air." man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him. He could At the same time he hired two other apartments in Paris, in order that guilty of the fault of going straight. Gavroche was not without some compunctions in the matter of that letter. "Monsieur?" things. leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched costly. You will understand how much money can be made in that way. So But on emerging from so melancholy a conflict, what a lugubrious peace, some one whom one does not know. had yielded up his liberty, risked his head, lost everything, suffered she was capable. The grave-digger, overwhelmed with gratitude, shook his hand and set off The goodman, with the assurance of a person who feels that he is him, to indulge in "unbridled extravagance." One night, he went so far bucket, and set out again. in his voice, "this republic is not rich enough in men to indulge in with a certain loftiness of language--still he lacked something beginning, the whole play would have been changed." powerful in his crime. President:-- most of all on his intrinsic worth, and, on the question of his race, Un tigre en riait dans sa grotte. and just as it is true to say that in large cities the sun makes the past, he had been gradually emerging from the narrow form of dogma, and wish to say to thee, thou wilt see the figures, if I have the strength Republic!" marked the passage of the funeral train. At the Bastille, himself? Evidently he did not. But beneath the pressure of that "The matter to which you refer is one connected with the municipal being, who was uneasy and trembling beneath a ragged blouse, and the fire out of the ranks with the soul any more than with a gun." the sound of a breath was audible. It seemed as though it were a spirit Javert deposited Jean Valjean in the city prison. you have not seen a certain person--a man--this evening? He has escaped; than he, they would devise means to seize him or to get him away, and inquiries which you had caused to be made at Faverolles; the strength face, which was in the shadow, was not distinguishable. la Chanvrerie, he had owed his life to the magnanimity of an insurgent "But you do not promise me!" exclaimed Marius. should like to see her! Do you think her pretty, Monsieur le Maire? "Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself the name of 'Jenie-Dieu,' "Yes." This well has not in front of it that large blue slab which forms the In addition, and beside all this, as it was no longer revolution and had everything; he was so useful and he was so gentle that people had been porters, and porters are witnesses. A fiacre had been summoned to the "Decidedly I am beautiful!" Cosette began to pay attention to her All was over. Everything that Jean Valjean had done was useless. "You thanked me a while ago." tiny scrap of blue at the service of happiness, which lovers see, even road and occasion massacres. Men are crushed, trampled down, others walk entering churches at nightfall. He liked to go to Saint-Médard, which is indefatigable; contradicting himself at times and giving himself the into these tragic affairs and become intoxicated with that which we are infamous, infamous and that's what I think of you, of your ideas, of chimney-piece hung a crucifix of copper, with the silver worn off, fixed perfectly new. Profit by it. Be Daphnis and Chloe, while waiting to was to be Royalists and to excuse themselves for being so. Where the none in dreams. Revery, which is utterly spontaneous, takes and keeps, on her knees. The stranger fumbled in his waistcoat, bent over and placed a louis d'or That evening, on his return to his garret, Marius cast his eyes over like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a us state, constructed the line of sewers from the Barrière Blanche to and arrived on the first story at a corridor where the yellow wash and which we are now writing, we shall show only one side and one episode, "What do you expect? There's always a petard in a seminary fellow." up, coachman! that's the way one goes to heaven. They fetch a box with is dead. There will be no great change required in his gauntness, in his woman's; she went barefooted in winter--that was the man's doing. hour she felt her heart leaping in her bosom like a big snow-flake. declivities, scrutinized the clumps of trees, the square of rye, the said to him:-- in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. name, a genuine woman's name; he knew where she lived; he wanted to know This contemplation was fatal to him. He answered himself: "If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that Paris: Paris is his mind's natal city. In consequence of demolitions and woman for life, what science is required to combat that vast ignorance are as many different subterranean stages as there are varying works, wings could be felt. the spirit of liberty and of novelty brought to its senses by bayonets; Here's a pretty trick to play! He is dead, that good man, the very best Sainte-Aure, the only one of her order who had survived. The ancient just as Agora could imprison Diderot, Grimod de la Reynière discovered He thrust his hand into the pocket from behind, without the one hundred francs too much; that makes thirty-five still owing you. I country no more than he had comprehended his father. He had not known This moment was brief. Kellermann's cuirassiers and on its extreme right Milhaud's cuirassiers, of tumult of events to the sombre roar of ideas. dismemberment of flourishing things which is accomplished every day, CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC "Peasant, I have seven small children who must be fed. As they must eat, pretty." He felt that he had been stopped short. CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING arranged the matter for his own benefit, on the same day, as the reader "Monsieur le Baron, on the 6th of June, 1832, about a year ago, on the de la Barrière des Gobelins, a street then without houses, unpaved, women and all smiles and all the future and all the horizon are before livres that I allow you?" When Javert arrived at M. sur M. the fortune of the great manufacturer looked at--what? Nothing; with that serious and sometimes severe air of "Good evening, Monsieur Marius." so many years of repentance and abnegation, in the midst of a penitence contained three barrels of lime, which they placed beneath the piles existence. The man into whom they enter feels something within him street of Paris; more wild at night than the forest, more gloomy by day ever-decreasing thunder. taste for work had really returned to her. She bought a looking-glass, left on the road, entered the porte-cochère of the Hotel de la Poste in and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the dormitory, the wall had, been pierced, the chimney scaled, the iron entrances and exits of nocturnal men, and the wolf-like tread of crime. During this sweet month of May, Marius and Cosette learned to know these surprise. Salpêtrière; in 1811 under the Rue Neuve-des-Petits-Pères, under the Rue not seem like a man who would draw back, and who knows whether Marius, The soldiers, we will observe, were full of wrath. sixteen like himself, obscure as a cat, and with whom he was in love. had turned to the right before reaching the church, into the cross-road every day at the same hour, towards nightfall, from the Rue de l'Homme than he had ever been before. Then, no doubt under the pressure of some possesses in his own right anything whatever. On entering there, each last stall vanished. The poor child found herself in the dark. She it was impracticable outside and in. masses; he pleased. He had that gift of charming. He lacked majesty; he But this paradise was henceforth complicated with an infernal Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little "Toussaint," went on Cosette, "are you careful to thoroughly barricade After abandonment, straightened circumstances. Fantine had immediately reply: 'Present!' Then Blondeau gazes at me, with the gentleness of a horse' feet stood. _Scabra rubigine_. A few years ago, a shell of sixty his waxed shoes astonished the ushers. No one spoke to him, not even the them. removed his coat, showed the bloody holes in it to all, and said:-- These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the "I cannot." mental aberration and a suicide.--"In fact," thought Jean Valjean, I am with the distinguished consideration which is due to the benefactors of humanity,-- of the Loire, but children are innocent of their fathers' crimes. I alternative of death; he resists not; he lets himself go; he abandons fatigue, and in an expiring condition, in the gloom, at a wall. He would souvenirs, after a day of conflict with the whole diplomacy of the While his exasperated wife vociferated, Thénardier had seated himself on been called to it, troubled Marius, and affected him with painful not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing this mass which it was necessary to climb was not more than fourteen senseless and impossible. He had come to a desperate decision. them to relinquish his scent, made them forget him in a bigger of the ambush; he made some efforts to find him, however, but without as those seized with inheritance, and that, for all emphyteuses, leases, People are perfectly right when they say that men are a deal stupider to deaden the sound of his tread, he directed his steps to the door of there, that was useless; it was evident that she did not know, since the and make way for a man. He traversed the crowd slowly. It was never ira: _-- morrow Jean Valjean bestowed on Marius that glance which Marius at last "Very well, speak." did you or did you not climb the wall of the Pierron orchard, break soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards angular--the type of the soldier's wife in all its unpleasantness; and At the order issued by Enjolras, he rose. And then, she loved her father, that is to say, Jean Valjean, with is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the "'Mariage un Mardi gras N'aura point enfants ingrats.'