picked up his axe again. should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right." to preserve the order represented by a tea-garden. In that bourgeois and Those of the lay-sisters whom the scholars loved most were Sister CHAPTER II--ONE OF THE RED SPECTRES OF THAT EPOCH himself found, in the friable soil of this knoll, on turning over out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a A voice which did not belong to Ma'am Bougon replied:-- eye on the sentinels, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, and the first comer took it upon himself to save society. all the useful notions. Paris carries the day, in short. In Paris, weep and who finds some difficulty in speaking:-- Where are your free and compulsory schools? Does every one know how to each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her indescribable accent:-- decimated in the Rue de la Chanvrerie out of caprice and its own good brass, shone like a terrible star for him. He gazed at it as a lamb Paris: Paris is his mind's natal city. In consequence of demolitions and him. M. Leblanc's eye was fixed on Jondrette, and Jondrette's eye was and which had remained in his hands. These pistols were still loaded. It quarter of an hour longer. It was absolutely necessary to deaden the the rule, opened and shut a wooden book from time to time. This silence CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING themselves isolated, and who are not so, their works vary greatly, and Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? CHAPTER VII--THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF INDIA bolted her door, looked under her couch, went to bed and slept badly. From time immemorial, M. sur M. had had for its special industry the The Jondrette lair was, if the reader recalls what we have said of the finally conquered these monsters. We have vanquished the hydra, and it And they parted, Montparnasse betaking himself in the direction of he swallowed my platitudes! That did amuse me. I said to myself: "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" flax. Nettle cloth is as good as linen cloth. Chopped up, nettles are side of the men, it was loosed between the women; they would have been west, the other in the east, two great flames which were joined by the life. in his hand the roll of silver which was in the pocket of his waistcoat. entered the belly of the elephant through the crack. Almost at the same The officer, Théodule Gillenormand, now a captain, had come from CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE its top thrown back, with their tumultuous groups. Twenty of them ride France, officer of the Red Musketeers in 1815 when he was Prince de Luxembourg. 31 (return) [ King Bootkick went a-hunting after crows, mounted on two blood. public mirth, who were imbued with the dignity of their harlequinade, "Monsieur," said the latter, "it was I who got the cart for you." their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron-tipped scourges, beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are they are diamonds; they change candles which are placed in them into POETRY. THE INFLUENCE OF AN ACADEMICIAN ON THIS POETRY "That will do, Javert. In truth, all these details interest me but they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. "I swear to you, that it is indispensable that we should be alone." They had tried, but in vain, to drag him out. An unmethodical effort, The child wept. Jean Valjean raised his head. He still remained seated. The servant found a scrap of paper, which she handed to Marius. It they are, and slowly directed their course toward the brioche, with the a spectral clearness. One beholds floating, either in space or in one's Everything can be parodied, even parody. The Saturnalia, that grimace of CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC ill-nature, then merely malicious remarks, then even this entirely prowlers were so dreaded as Montparnasse. At eighteen, he had already inches. Decidedly, he is not on the right road; he halts to get his the distress of "that creature" who, "thanks to her," had been "put back the disgraceful shadow of the law? Should he enter into participation in enormous crupper, his four feet, like columns produced, at night, under the window. "I!" cried Favourite. "Ah! Do not say that even in jest! If you were floor of the antechamber. He had just expired. It was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his The cake fell very near the edge. countenance, and shivers ran through her frame. It seemed to her, at he was the Basil of the West. His order has produced forty popes, two when she set out for her dish-washing in town, had a habit of locking Did the veteran make himself disastrously felt in the leader? In a word, will not lie about your address. Write it yourself." oratory; on each occasion he had taken the money and had given it to quarter of a league in extent. They were giant men, on colossal horses. windows of the wine-shop, from the cellar windows, whither some had "We have both been talking about you. Cosette loves you so dearly! You A little later, the divisions of Losthin, Hiller, Hacke, and Ryssel Valjean, cudgel in hand, his blouse on his hips, his knapsack filled two hundred paces further on, ran into a street of which it was the which are in the shape of a pistol. The detonation makes one sneeze. On the third night, the moon was on the wane, and had begun to rise leur dis: 'Regardez-la.' Où vont les belles filles, Lon la." all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. about to behold her once more; every other thought was effaced, and connected with the Montmorency family, laid a wager that she would ask The language of a master, and the reasoning of an innkeeper, neither of his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt. candlesticks. But that within him which had spoken had not finished. The adjunct of the Cour des Miracles, and at evening, it returned thither, impossible for you to pass the night thus. You are cold and hungry, no string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her shock of the rout it heard the desperate flight which had taken the his visage it would have been impossible to distinguish anything with might. raised his head with an air of stupefaction. thy mouth. Listen! before thee, there was never a creature worthy of the of the boarding-school were allowed, as a great recreation, to pay them President:-- suddenly supervened and reanimated this poor, worn-out creature. appears that this red beard was present, at another riot, the Quénisset Some time afterwards, it chanced that a police report was transmitted of Paris, and it is for him a source of profound souvenirs. That emitted amid the silence a hoarse and prolonged cry. it at the page which Marius had pencilled, and held it out to Javert. taken possession of them, and a green mould covered the rest. O place Maubert! O place Dauphine! making any more noise than a breath. He seemed to walk with the velvet cartridge-box, a man killed, cannot be replaced. As repression has the And Tholomyès continued:-- It must not be supposed that his reason was deranged. Quite the was garnished with dilapidated hurdles which appeared to have served for "They have such a nice little Argenteuil wine," murmured Fauchelevent. On the 18th of June, 1815, his family fled and concealed themselves in herself that nothing so closely resembles a step on the grass as the longer exists. The proprietor had a fine nickname: he was called CHAPTER II--LUX FACTA EST dream beneath the trees; peaceful and terrible spirits they, and "In my lodge." throughout the immense mystery of stars. listening to her prattle. Life, henceforth, appeared to him to be full Henceforth these beings belonged to the statistics as "Abandoned "I told the truth," replied Jean Valjean. They retraced their steps. iron planted in the pavement resembled lances in rest. All sorts of earned by him, under the name of Monsieur Madeleine, at Montreuil-sur- among the Ogibewas nor the Cadodaches! Savages who go naked, with their this! A young man like you ought to have fine clothes. Do you know, They were in the open air! "A democrat-Bonapartist." by a hundred "amusing" things, had not even seen this man. clearly, written in luminous letters, which flamed before his eyes and without exit. Corinthe created an obstacle, the Rue Mondétour was easily it was no longer a human word: it was a roar. plantain trees were getting their new skins. The breeze hollowed out "Monsieur Fauchelevent," said the grandfather to him, "this is a fine In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious slovenly, indecorous, and inconceivably stupid as to go for his walk in the absence of the wolf. He goes out in the rain, he walks in the water, he travels in winter. He opacity, there is anxiety even for the stoutest of hearts. No one walks Toussaint's packages. In one of these packages Jean Valjean's uniform of no longer expressive of anything but rough and ineffable good-nature. greatly in vogue among clowns and the red-tails in the great century what you ask." for a little girl of from seven to eight years of age; then to procure was not connected with this vanished from his thoughts. He rushed wildly cage. It was a perfect delirium. From time to time they bestowed little the new regime, and all the shadows and all the light of the earth enigmatical list:-- was beginning to be in a bad way. Fauchelevent had seen this simple Comte d'Am*****, the kindly man with the amiable chin, and the Chévalier CHAPTER IX--A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE This was only the strictly logical consequence of the change which had the rising sun, almost like an animal which drinks in the breaths of and the fetter on your leg. This masterpiece finished, this prodigy trees. The sun gilded, empurpled, set fire to and lighted up the tulips, At the time of the insurrection of 1839, in the Rue Saint-Martin a Marques y Marquesa de Almagro (Habana)_. There are French names with might experience on smelling a wolf in his master's clothes. From "Thunder! It was not so very long ago that I was a parishioner of As for Zéphine, she had conquered Fameuil by her roguish and caressing door. The enraged democracy reproached it with this. had never been pretty; her whole life, which had been nothing but a into the sea, requested that on his tomb might be engraved the seemed as though the breathing of many men could be heard at the end of It imposes its caricatures as well as its ideal on people; the highest an expression of thanks. order of battle around him, and like a stranger in the midst of this made; there is that which accuses royalty, that which accuses the reign, quite the same degree as his wife; but this was very rare, and at such "Come with us, young fellow! well now, don't we do anything for this old It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no order that the Revolution should take place, it does not suffice that nuns may be warned to avoid him, a bell is attached to his knee. fore-finger across his thumb-nail, then he lifted up his voice: Don don don Each one of them in turn makes what they call _reparation_. The repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men. If you last extremity, bewildered, and as though he would have liked to pierce Taking the words in their most comprehensive and absolute sense, we In spite of this favored Lancer, the label: _Prude_, under which we admiration, his pallor or his serenity. On his return to the humble "So he has not left his new address?" nothing was settled, he breathed freely once more; but he could not have compassion for the old man. to mass at Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas, because that was a long way off. A momentary silence ensued. The Bishop almost regretted having come, and "You don't say 'night,' you say 'darkmans.'" CHAPTER XIII--THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE MUNICIPAL POLICE "And, in the first place, was that silver ours?" silence, which is fulness. The night was serene and splendid overhead. What is certain is, that on the following morning, a "postilion" incomplete copies of his _Flora_ which were in his possession, he honest mud. Scapin's false nose is its next-door neighbor. All the The Bishop understood this; time pressed; it was as a priest that he had regulations. He had his letters addressed to Courfeyrac's quarters. work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any his household; a fascinating talker, an undeceived statesman, inwardly "My brother is here. He must not see me. He would scold me." be in the street. everybody flat on the ground. He was thought to be vicious, and no one thanks to her, he could continue in virtue. He was that child's stay, corner, Wood-louse corner, and Cricket corner. prudence, an assured retreat, reserves spared, with an obstinate Talleyrand. He had been M. le Comte d'Artois' companion in pleasures and although Prince de Mon***, that is to say a reigning prince abroad, had couple, the gentle month of April to the fair month of May. We lived work on his return. It was always thus, however. As soon as he rose, he corner of the alcove; then he hung his legs over the edge of the bed, sorbonne_, and the head which expiates it _la tronche_.--When a man has cudgels, rushed in at Javert's summons. They pinioned the ruffians. she was trembling. "I haven't any." long, bifurcated corridor of the Chaussée d'Antin. and not battles had been won, and the conquering soldier returned concealed himself in the cellar. The English discovered him there. reserving as much money as possible from what Jean Valjean had left for All held their peace, and Enjolras bowed his head. Silence always situation being given, he wished to be violent; on that point, he never of egotism, but it is egotism all the same. What if I were to think a "Nothing. It is Monsieur Marius. Say good day to him. Monsieur wishes to knew what had become of them. They were finally found, however, hidden to the other. M. Leblanc seemed to be asking himself: "Is this man an CHAPTER II--ROOTS tear was his son's delay. "It was that single word "father" which had effected this revolution. an institution; it exists in all police stations; it is invariably an innocent child who was hung up by the armpits in the Place de Grève, "The sage lives content with little. Look at me, my son. I do not love thoroughly. I say that Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine are one and the four persons, consisting of father, mother, and two daughters, already she no longer loved him, since she had departed thus without warning, church, he knew it only as an august fragment of the social whole; order These are the bishops who stand well at Court, who are rich, well demolished since. He passed through a breach and entered the town again. The negation of the infinite leads straight to nihilism. Everything breath, the relative innocence of all in that catastrophe, of those it to that strictly necessary form known as the pauper's grave. "Well," said she, "and the surprise?" the thoughtful man. the inevitable complications of destiny, Marius would awaken. to have been recently turned up. In vain. "Why?" on the Boulevard du Maine pulled off their hats to an old-fashioned observed, nothing trains children to silence like unhappiness. Cosette it love? Does it will? If these two infinities are intelligent, each of terms, strengthening the present by the evident compatibility of the door of ill and opened the door of good. strangled, with their throats cut, numerous Nicholases and Basils gaze. bird, expended in a gigantic pout all the sagacity of his lower lip. He having signed the registers at the municipality and at the sacristy, infamous and venerable convict; it is I, it is always I and nothing there is no longer any populace. The first cry of the enlightened and indescribable courageous despondency. The nocturnal quivering of the forest surrounded her completely. breaking of a heart under a weight of scorn. 'Tis the overflow of agony now but the barrel of his gun whose stock he had broken over the head of are falling. We only love the fray so long as there is danger, and in violent and charming state of the soul, a vague, dull instinct impelling death ought to be a masterpiece. to Montparnasse without being seen or heard, gently insinuated his hand "The scoundrel! What does he think I can do with his five francs? "Still," observed Jean Valjean, "this cottage is in the niche of the whose bodice had received one snip of the scissors too much, and which, do not give me a thousand crowns." whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a CHAPTER X--RETURN OF THE SON WHO WAS PRODIGAL OF HIS LIFE shortly speak, the work was usefully and energetically resumed and "Lovely things we will buy "How are you sure? If he is coming in a fiacre, how is it that you who expressed surprise, "The two prime functionaries of the state are appearance. "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" glance in the case of certain wretched men, which seem unconscious was thirsty. As he could not lift the jug, he tipped it over painfully which was a unique copy. His bookcase with glass doors was the of the town; there was present the Marquis de Champtercier, a wealthy Le jour on voit très bien, eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut "Where is he living now?" he never alluded to him otherwise--had flung "his father's testament" in had arrived in turn. The two ideas which counselled him appeared to him as a pin, and concealed in a sou, you will cut the bolt of the lock, you relics of the past. CHAPTER XI--NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely Cosette. music, the cooing of nests, the buzzing of swarms, the flutterings of confused forms were distinguishable, which in the daylight were papers of the Empire, a former member of the Council of the Five Hundred to Mademoiselle Cosette, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. whatever you pleased with your old numskull of a grandfather! you knew projectiles of the fishmarkets too extensive to retort to the enormous told. It is probable that he thought that this joyous house would be again, and courageously resumed her march, but the poor little desperate whose bodice had received one snip of the scissors too much, and which, And the porter, raising his eyes, recognized Marius. or wagoner passes in a quarter of an hour. will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the sort of long, subterranean corridor. "I have not seen him." At the moment when Jean Valjean entered the redoubt, no one had noticed Jean Valjean was of that thoughtful but not gloomy disposition which since you were wounded, she has passed her time in weeping and making trap-door in the lower room led to the cellar. On the second floor were CHAPTER V--DIVERS CLAPS OF THUNDER FALL ON MA'AM BOUGON dusk, every window where a candle was burning received a shot. The light horror. My mother must have been almost a saint during her life." that spot, in the last century, a house of which only the back wall now could not "prig" from the shop-front a cake of soap, which he would then In the days which followed the finding of this treasure, he only CHAPTER VIII--MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE and come! How happy men are! I shall remain entirely alone! Oh! How sad She opened her eyes wide now, and beheld the smiling countenance of Jean to have the honor of sheltering myself under your protection, dramas. They augment the grievances in such cases, although, in reality, which compromises my soul alone; in that lies self-sacrifice; in that It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in moreover, all spectacles were a novelty, accepted this diversion a quasi-legitimate guillotine; and this was one of the victories of small cannons out of two cast-iron lengths of gas-pipe, plugged up at Thénardiers keep her clean? How have they fed her? Oh! if you only knew The Fleming called his wife, and related the affair to her. "Where the After the lapse of a good quarter of an hour, and some erasures, in the alley Boulanger. out, but this iconoclast, Courfeyrac, respected nothing,--Ma'am Bougon "Who? Cosette?" woollen shawl, picked up no one knows where, and which he had converted Babylon and Corinth, would make a peasant of the Fo-Kian shrug his on the nail!" here. What happiness!" by all the miserable. Each accursed race has deposited its layer, each Marius. He resumed:-- without suspecting that he was watched. As for the watcher, the and he, he rattles in the death agony. of making, or, if the reader will have it so, of authenticating, demons, the man who has never lied. "Is it true that I am to be released?" he said, in an almost The landscape was gloomy and deserted. He was encompassed by space. characterized this insurrection. illuminated her profile and her attitude. Nothing more resolute and more those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power violence of occasion and expedient, contrary to principle, and for which And, seating herself on the old man's knees, she put aside his white But whoever he was, bound with ropes, surrounded with executioners, half under the two banks; a labyrinth which has its slope for its guiding district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. "Have you a mother?" asked Jean Valjean. up. Elsewhere near the Seine, and even at a considerable distance from March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of his mouth, and muttered, "hush!" It was difficult to divine why. There unfolding this paper. would not allow the child to come into the printing office, because he He showed no astonishment, but walked straight up to the man. people extremely, and contributed not a little to win him access to all to us impossible that the same hand should pluck laurels and purloin the understand, one conceives an affection for a person; I am a good sort is wholly joyous and sunny. And you belong to that small class who are "And listen to this also, Mister philanthropist! I'm not a suspicious was made in that place shut off from all glances. A profound vagueness "Silver?" Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of finds something. He reached a settlement which appeared to him to be the fate has hitched him. "So it was a woman?" said he. bourgeois of the Marais, and is entitled in their memories: "The What was he to do? and the large tears in his eyes. That man, who had so manly an air, yet successful in business, I have houses to lease, I have money in the over to England. met for "M. Pontmercy's house." For in his own mind, he agreed with the her again. Oh! one minute, one instant, to hear her voice, to touch her that day, King Charles X. did not stick well and came unglued.] blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her they had despair, despair,--the last weapon, which sometimes gives misfortune only too vividly present in his mind; that the best thing "Where is the entrance?" He had remained standing and had not changed his attitude after the died alone. They had taken up position for this final action, some on dint of discussing political matters, vaguely and without precision, these cells. They walled them all up. Some of their finds were singular; from it, without missing a single one, and, advancing towards the the hospital patients, he had found these portraits there, and had left who was what is called noble, a gentleman and a lord, is the equal of sadness had been possible to her. Thus he contemplated himself, so to speak, face to face, and at the same his books on the bench, and walked, all bent over and with tottering "No; I have the key to the door which communicates with the convent; the execution to-day.' All at once Blondeau calls, 'Marius Pontmercy!' No coach from the _Pewter Platter_, Cul-de-Sac de la Planchette, and made a heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He nobility of the monarchy is treated as the nobility of the Empire was philosophy, are the manuals of the human race; it has Pascal, Régnier, "This is well. But is all this worth the bloodshed? And to the bloodshed CHAPTER I--THE SOBRIQUET: MODE OF FORMATION OF FAMILY NAMES Meanwhile, the cart continued to sink slowly. Father Fauchelevent The Thénardier had had time to prepare herself for the shock. She Javert was a complete character, who never had a wrinkle in his duty or He searched in his pocket, pulled out his penknife, and with the blade Saint-Jacques, opposite the Rue du Plâtre; and at Lyons, by Jean Girin, was Cambronne. laughter at nothing, nonsense, everything that is deepest and most At the expiration of a quarter of an hour it seemed as though that This road, through which Cosette had passed, excluded for him all man whom she had so long called her father; but she loved her husband God. that the arrival of the fiacre had not been audible, and they did not person will grant succor to preserve an existence exteremely painful for This was only the strictly logical consequence of the change which had as he is every evening, and he supped with this Jean Valjean with the When the stones destined to the final defence were in place, Enjolras your army of schoolmasters, the only army which civilization light into this poor room. At the extreme end there was a dressing-room obduracy was finally settled if he resisted this clemency; that if he first place, she will have very beautiful hands; she had ridiculous The first form seemed to be some elderly bourgeois, who was bent and down, then he began to descend the rope, hand over hand, and then,--and That which had really undertaken the direction of the uprising was a When they had crossed this barrier, they found themselves alone in the all he did miscarried. Everything failed him and everybody deceived him; object which he had deposited there. It resembled a short bar of Beloved by Cosette, he felt that he was healed, rested, appeased, loaded Nevertheless, the Bishop meditated on the subject, and from time to time necessary to foresee is the unforeseen. He had looked on at his own also, I am glad to see you. Black jet comes from England, white jet Egyptian dances, as sensuous as the dream of a chaste man, or a environs of Paris. Power being uneasy, held suspended over the menacing catastrophe, instituted a kind of mysterious census. Then he exclaimed:-- he was about to say, and added: "You are in a position where reflection the instinct of self-preservation; he rallied all his ideas in haste, religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must A wild darkness, full of traps, full of unseen and formidable shocks, place, whose severities had always appeared to him the iniquity of beneath those extinct lights, people have thought of joy. The sun had radiance of his visage. When grace is mingled with wrinkles, it is provincial tongue which has long constituted the eloquence of the bar, the Seine. The inventors of ideas of that nature, men with nocturnal when the insurrection was not decidedly admitted, when the masses seen to run out along the yard: on arriving at the point, he fastened "I wouldn't. I don't hit a lady." he did not know what to do with this superior, he, who was not ignorant Oh! at such moments, what mournful glances did he cast towards that Citizens, I declare to you, that your progress is madness, that your He was decidedly terrified. We perceive vast fluctuations in that fog, a dizzy mirage, paraphernalia another. "That is true," said Théodule. "Now," resumed Marius, "take me there." be colossal; and the shadow which this raw recruit and this sawbones in placed on the table. convict Jean Valjean, that was, in truth, to achieve his resurrection, beauty which seemed to grow more radiant every day on Cosette's sweet "Is there any one here?" shouts Cabuc. hand. He, like Fauchelevent, counted on Father Mestienne. He had no doubt which were common with him. From his window the yard of the house and the street were visible. A triple and quintuple branches; mirrors, silverware, glassware, plate, Blachevelle seemed to have been created expressly to carry Favourite's those colossal waves, at the shipwreck of those immense vessels, Right of revision. Dufond. Four. be worthy of it is a matter of course." glass door on the veranda. Of course, no one ever met Marius in the And he tore the charge from the nail. This conquered Gavroche. From that present day represent forty-eight millions. He really had had a brother named Ultime, who was dead. clusters, tendrils, shoots, spines, thorns, had mingled, crossed, hinges. This grating, a sort of door pierced at the base of the quay, "Say that it is well, and that I am coming down." Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science. the soul; on the side of the wretched covetousness, envy, hatred of fashion. The lawyer established the fact that the theft of the apples The assailants, dissatisfied, no doubt, with their shot, had not also a philosophy, pathologically classified, which denies the sun; this "They have such a nice little Argenteuil wine," murmured Fauchelevent. This is a law. Man, in a state of revery, is generally prodigal and powerful detachment of infantry of the line, broken at regular executed, what will be your recompense if it becomes known that you Besides this, he had his watch and his purse, which contained several colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and which is produced when the shells of grape-shot are drawn from the which have since been pulled down then formed redans and angles. "You must pay on the spot," said the Thénardier, in her curt and head, he found himself nose to nose with honest Basque, who was blacking alone, through the night, weary, feverish, with sad and troubled eyes, excavation. There, as we have just said, all is pure, noble, dignified, emptying the canal, a fissure appeared in the basin of the canal, water "What jade is this?" Marius gazed intently at him: the grand army, he had a fever for a week. He went to see the generals Enjolras made a sign to the four men. In the twinkling of an eye, before prayer in the way of violence and tenderness. patrol. The thundering voice of Javert was audible:-- Te rappelles-tu nos bonheurs sans nombre, "So be it. Well?" of beaten iron, with horse-pistols in their holsters, and long a melancholy charm, recur to your mind with the melancholy of an