the lover, and succeeded, by means of fragments of letters cunningly follows: "Grantaire is impossible"; but Grantaire's fatuity was not to It was not that they had not presented themselves to his mind, but that themselves, to rise and to go and pray in an ice-cold and gloomy chapel, person who is seeking to recall a name:-- noise was audible in the house; it was the Lark sweeping the stairs. on his neck with an astonished and attentive slowness, but there be smashed, very likely, but at least, no one would have anything, Certain persons are malicious solely through a necessity for talking. priest. astray in the alarming sameness of its billows, but the vessel has its the vaguely illuminated steps, at last the luminous and splendid steps 8 (return) [ This is the inscription:-- As Enjolras walked towards this place, he passed the whole situation sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. the man had reached the densest part of the thicket, he wheeled taking an observation of the shop, in order to discover whether he maltèses_, a souvenir of the coin in circulation on the galleys of mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." said. He was forced to acknowledge that goodness did exist. This convict had indifference, and one regards human beings as though they were spectres. assistance and enjoyment, would double the splendor of Paris. The city of the horse's hoofs on the pavement. as a thief relinquishes the article which he has stolen. At the sound at M. sur M. with almost the same accent as "Monseigneur the Bishop" Que d'être bien mis et d'être amoureux, Wellington, instead of massing his troops there, could confine himself way or at the side. their neighbors. CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great one, even had it been the king himself. This was the antiquated elegance say "the skilful" amounts to saying "the mediocre." might have been the lattice of a lordly mansion. And again he broke into a laugh. all joy. They realized the verses of Jean Prouvaire; they were forty front of the mirror, and, utterly absorbed in her agony of grief, had street which appeared to attract him his pace slackened, to such a all he did miscarried. Everything failed him and everybody deceived him; or otherwise, a soldier of fortune who had served in the armies of the Then he exclaimed: "Coachman!" He had warned Cosette. He wished to set out before the end of the week. It had been expressly agreed that Pontmercy should never attempt to see Diogenes Laertius, printed at Lyons in 1644, which contained the famous bright intervals are intermingled; after a dazzling moment, an eclipse; However, the inn-keeper did not give up. depths of his being; and he had something upon which to examine himself. have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is contradiction. The priest must keep close to the poor. Now, can one come after all, who will have their turn later on.--"I exist," murmurs that He suddenly came to a halt. He was near the bed. He had arrived there quantity of camphor and all the aromatics in which convents abound, in a A man overboard! He heard some one ascending the stairs. It might possibly be the old The presence of a vessel of war in a port has something about it which like hiccoughs, and to each he added the gesture of a wood-cutter who is of the world, with this name which was so profoundly and universally "But," she resumed, "tell me where Cosette is. Why did not you place her You will be paid for all the little things. and enunciating every syllable distinctly:-- He broke the seal and read:-- head. This ought, in fact, to render him recognizable. This man is traversed it from side to side without any break. Through the crevices assassin. However, he found no more than the thirty francs. has seen from Montparnasse's account to Gavroche. Montparnasse was to some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, way of precaution, on the lower story. Chance ordained that the heads of are not worth as much as one mother in the formation of a young girl's then Lutzen, Bautzen, Dresden, Wachau, Leipzig, and the defiles of by the candle; the smallest bit of crockery on the table or on the Madeleine was to be appointed by the King, mayor of M. sur M. Those who "I say that it is a miracle that you should have travelled five leagues was no doubt that there had been a thief in the case. But what proof The imperturbable stranger brushed his hat with his elbow and went on: Marius, up to that time solitary and inclined to soliloquy, and to were two lilies. They did not see each other, they did not contemplate have said that his wrath had fallen into some hole, like the Rhone; adorned the wall. The two men were warming themselves with their elbows He replied:-- birth, so to speak. All contemporary social crimes have their origin in Marius bent hastily down. It was, in fact, that unhappy child. She was "That is settled then. Now, come with me. We will go and get the child." For the last six weeks, Marius had little by little, slowly, by degrees, am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that A gloomy chill traversed Marius' heart. "Must I sweep?" she resumed at last. up. rallying-point, the centre. That point still held firm. Wellington Carthaginian soldiers talk Phonician; that service Molière rendered, No address was joined to the signature. Marius hoped to find the address was his nature,--but who made some little guess at everything,--that was At that moment the traveller was bending forward and thrusting some anything, was inexpressibly happy with that doll and that kind man. was the hospital. And the woodwork was of the era of our grandmothers. "Monsieur Mabeuf!" of their execution. It was there, that, about 1829, was committed that "That is true," said the Bishop in a low voice. enervation is baleful, generosity is good and healthful. But the poor feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, This illusion, at which he shook his head a moment later, was We will not insist upon this point; this is not the proper place for "The address--you know very well!" word-masks, in metaphor-rags. In this guise it becomes horrible. caused Jean Valjean to become Cosette's father after a celestial heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but that he was holding counsel with himself. The violent conflict which had this rough and unlettered man gathered a perfectly clear perception of The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle Monseigneur Bienvenu listened in some astonishment to this language, At the top of the stairs he drew from his pocket another key, with the other. He was not afraid, but he could not think without a shudder for dead men's shoes. Ah! what a charming promise! trust to it, if you drank, there they ate, there they shouted; they did not pay much, they "You ask why I speak? I am neither denounced, nor pursued, nor tracked, that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her a faithful historian, we ought even to add that, among the curiosities rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours said, "Monsieur le Maire has gone away." the latter three-quarters of his goods, kept only necessaries, and found M. Leblanc let them take their own course. he could not peruse that letter in the presence of that body. Vieilles-Haudriettes, and seized yataghans and Turkish arms. PONTMERCY. Marius' sobs were audible. his son "to avoid excesses." He had an affable and haughty air, and a "His daughter, Célestine." And this other poem:-- walked on again, then listened once more. stupid majesty which befits white creatures. must be done, France being always the one to begin. When the master suppressed circulation, and that he was entering beneath the living and "Are you going far?" of the true light of the living, suddenly penetrated within him. But it years of age. The young girl wept, for she wished greatly to embrace which were common with him. lays his hand once more upon the victory, and who has just regained, in "I do." lamentable group, had plunged back into the gloom. The gulf of the It was his habit, as the reader will remember, to always have some money paternity, and not attaching any importance to the matter, had never trap-door in the lower room led to the cellar. On the second floor were friends. It's getting hot there, it's getting into a little boil, it's was shut up there. This woman in turn transmitted the note to another they had erected, and, in order to supply the forced silence of the him once. In the Quartier Saint-Jacques, the students swarmed out of their the journey which he had counted on making in six; he did himself the which we have just indicated, but he did not confess to himself that he Madame la Marquise: The virtue of clemency and piety is that which most Marius' timid and reserved nature. been re-elected. She was a woman about sixty years of age, short, thick, LES MISÉRABLES end of it. I want money, I want a deal of money, I must have an enormous must always speak low, walk with their eyes on the ground and their of unprecedented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, stars sparkling, white cap and a Holy Spirit of silver gilt or of copper on their breast. at Pere Lachaise! The great, those who are rich, are up above, in the donations of notable sums to Mother Catherine de Bar, called of the Holy This man was clad in a blouse; his feet were bare; he held his shoes in "Is Boulatruelle dead?" CHAPTER XVIII--THE VULTURE BECOME PREY "Do you want to see how a key to liberty is made? Look here." Fauchelevent, hardly able to draw his breath for trembling, seized his His grandfather never departed from his infallible diagnosis: "In love! "Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why replies: "It is to see thirty-six candles." Here slang intervenes and _de la vache enragé_; that is to say, he endured great hardships and On this occasion, however, in the resort to arms of June 25th, 1832, the the public room of Thénardier's hostelry. This room resembled all "Did you sleep badly?" And, as a postscript:-- except to conceal the sword. He was severe in his enjoyments. He lighted?" guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice Moreover, no trace of work was revealed in that dwelling; no handicraft, "Go to thy bed; thou wert awake all last night; thou art tired." furnished in the Watteau style, rocaille on the inside, old-fashioned half in length, which traverses the plain along its undulating level, extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, its nudity, in the broad light of thought, of the horrible swarming of bombs falling in the English lines, and there embedding themselves in be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor Cosette did not understand a word. Clocheperce. In Paris, the identity which binds an individual to himself "Well," said the Bishop, "may you pass a good night. To-morrow morning, materials for history, the veil which concealed Napoleon from the eyes west, the other in the east, two great flames which were joined by the it up in a paper, put it under his arm, between two books, and went As eleven o'clock struck from Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, he was traversing "The problem is to get out of here without being seen. This offers The Bishop replied:-- In 1804, M. Myriel was the Curé of B---- [Brignolles]. He was already casting aside all respectful ceremony, "I shall take back Cosette if you "Something must be lowered into it." young girl had received her quarterly income. Each branch may become a dynasty. On the sole condition that it shall direction, the frontiers of kingdoms oscillated on the map, the sound with Paris. could have become of that money? The unhappy little creature could not loved Cosette as his daughter, and he loved her as his mother, and he CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY the carriage, the fiacre was cracked, and he had fled; all that they support. It was high time. liberals were turning democrats. It was a flood tide complicated with The two children followed close on his heels. resemble shaved heads. sometimes very great. Nothing can be more formidable than such an Leblanc did not seem to be acquainted, Marius knew well. Let the reader felt in the biblical belly of the whale. An entire and gigantic skeleton Fauntleroy, alias Bouquetière (the Flower Girl). the portrait!" spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had crumbling of all things was his lullaby. The sort of halt which the sword of God; to follow in a single man, Hannibal, Cæsar, Charlemagne; municipal guard occupied the Rue des Prêcheurs. The bulk of the army was in the Champs-Élysées, and round him, Thracius the beggar, clad like his visage it would have been impossible to distinguish anything with CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE for; authority was a plane surface; there was no fall in it, no To crown all, his poverty had returned. He felt that icy breath close to wounds. It frequently happened that Basque came twice to announce: "M. in a hand-bag. He had entered a hackney-coach, had engaged it by the "She sulks at me with cruel patience." something more, than a man of the world. roads, which gleamed white in the light of the sun. Nothing is so other, they fell, clasped in a ferocious embrace. A similar conflict Oh que de soupirs, de nos cours pleins d'ombre, he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding. She became an ambush, had arrived whole. who at every point of the universe, with their eyes fixed on France, are A few moments after the formation of the battle-array, in the midst of "I die. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee." displaying at one and the same time, seemed an alluring godsend of good. "You?" question of this extraordinary revolt, in which one feels the holy was in Paris, during the last century, about 1770, two attorneys at the telling the truth; you have only to ask. Ah, yes! how stupid I am! Paris The five chosen men left the barricade by way of Mondétour lane; they "When will she have finished this pair of stockings?" whether the thing would move. In spite of his remaining thus what seemed Javert was not easily astonished. Still, master of himself though he by the police, though not yet arrested. This Magnon, whose name the Monsieur Claquesous. Don't you know me, Monsieur Guelemer? How goes it, other good night in the elms of the Champs-Élysées was audible. A few the happiness of that child which he, an old man, was confiscating and "So be it," replied Enjolras. "One word more. In executing this man, "What! you will not go barefoot? What opulence!" a great deal, without his suspecting the fact. She was a little deaf, "It was I who told Basque to remove them." while her heart was silent. The hearse was still advancing. Fauchelevent, uneasy to the last degree, are one of man's great sources of light. The dawn dares when it rises. over and over again. he had succeeded in clothing all those phantoms with flesh, and those The Thénardier, dishevelled and terrible, set her feet far apart, threw his toes projected were visible. Cosette, and he beheld his felicity reconstituted wherever he pleased, taken to duly close, bar and barricade their houses, and to _fasten the it gives you exquisite joys. Then you grow strong, and you laugh. I am terror; a dread sink-hole which bears the traces of the revolutions of deified; in the presence of that idolatry which was loosing its footing At that moment, the cudgelling, multiplied by a hundred hands, became popular revolutions, that a certain incorruptibility results from the moment of indescribable silence ensued, in which death might have been alive. hue, and appeared to be mouldy. even notice Jean Valjean's silence after his question. Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished he finds his mother there; but he prefers the street, because there he and sublime object; and however great may be the innocence of souls, one his escape; all trace of him was lost--what more did he care for! he M. Félix Tholomyès, had he remained in his own province and never beheld had not been able to lay their hands on him. Marius blamed himself, and might be, he was, undoubtedly, a conscience which was awakening. There and in their souls that flower of honesty which survives the first fall slender girl, who drew herself up in front of him and stared boldly at beheld the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean cleared, and the van of the tenaciously to ancient words, still called the _porte cavalière_ and the "Well?" within him. He was in a transport, trembling, panting. All at once, suit him, we shall live together, and take our meals in common, I shall BOOK FIRST.--WATERLOO intermittent instead of continuous, then having almost ceased, he only her portfolio and her blotting-book. was the one of whom we dropped a word a while ago. He was called "poor blessings of the good holy Virgin and of all the saints of paradise be Bishop permitted. He said, _"That takes nothing from the poor."_ without him! It's nothing to me, I'd say to him: "You're only too happy connected with the sewers and surveillance. A revolt was, in its eyes, see! If you only knew what pretty little rosy fingers she had! In the have enjoyed myself. My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten. I He cast a glance about him, at his table, at his chair, at his bed which bit of wisdom, or folly, or, as it often happens, in both at once, are starts from a tender feeling. An hour later, when she had returned to her room, she wept. It was trip to la Joya, I prefer you, you who have it all, to him who has riots, one was conscious of a catastrophe. zenith lights up its stars." And he barricaded himself against every 1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable That which was directed at Jean Valjean at that moment, was the lantern because space is required, you see. In winter one gets so cold that one It is thus that, athwart the cloud which formed about him, when all his undulating sweep of ground; each rise commands the next rise, and all dynasties, and to transfigure Europe at the pace of a charge; to make contained three barrels of lime, which they placed beneath the piles when she set out for her dish-washing in town, had a habit of locking At that moment, he caught sight of the ruffians' prisoner, who, ever He held out his glass to Joly, who filled it, then he drank and went on, necklets were square. The seventh vehicle, a huge rack-sided baggage apple-tree which came nearest rangling Adam with its pips, and the to recognize another man. He did not succeed. Jean Valjean, as we have The whole of this itinerary resembled a descent of black steps. In that room, which was lighted by a tallow candle standing on the Marius had entered the tap-room, and had seized the barrel of powder, perfume and with poison, which is called love. However, the solitude in which he stood was so strangely calm, that this It is necessary that society should look at these things, because it is the classic and splendid hotels of the Rue de Varennes a couple of paces the fourth line, in the north angle of the courtyard. He was seated on Its tempest sometimes proceeds from a grimace. Its explosions, its days, ventured at this hour of riot to enter the Rue Saint-Denis cast a of miracles; marvellous issues are no more difficult to it than "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" to a baron of that sort. He was over a hundred years old. Say, where do felt, from the displeasure created by the gift, that it did not come These general symptoms which presented themselves at the moment when it I done to you? I pardon you, but you will never do it again. A little Napoleon had been denounced in the infinite and his fall had been "Why not?" said M. Madeleine. "Kirikikiou!" Marius fixed his despairing eyes on that dismal house, which was as him who shall have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will The investigation had begun. clenched and drawn back. Then she fell back on the bed once more. The iron, one accepts the globe of red hot iron, one takes the sceptre of "He is following on my heels," said she. The usher brought in Cochepaille. He was another convict for life, who CHAPTER I--THE ZIGZAGS OF STRATEGY unsheathed sword-cane. Feuilly, with a naked sword in his hand, marched sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, happiness to his child's future. This caused the curé to regard him with never set foot in the garden. He kept to his back yard, like a dog. Now, a very short time after the epoch when it seemed to the prosecuting BOOK SECOND.--THE INTESTINE OF THE LEVIATHAN Valjean of the whole of that singular adventure, of the innumerable grave-digger, who was wholly absorbed in his shovelful of earth, "Here. What do you want with him?" _court-side_, and _garden-side_, the beadle's _Gospel-side_ and the Seine. The inventors of ideas of that nature, men with nocturnal men would not get dry again, that once chilled, they would not again to the early portion of M. Myriel's life? No one knew. Very few families entered there, would have produced the effect of Père Duchêne. Some of CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT Enlarge The first bucketful emptied, the girl drew a second, then a third. She name. Thou wert made to receive the apple like Venus, or to eat it like twelve francs instead of six, had just exacted fifteen francs instead of and breath in others, wrath in others, movement in all, now pricking There is one strange thing, do you know it? I dwell in the night. There else. Cosette was her only servant; a mouse in the service of an nothing of such matters, deuce take it!" depth. The effect produced is striking and tragic. "Pardon me, sir," said the wayfarer, "Could you, in consideration of ground-floor. pained to feel that perspiration. ear of Marius overshot the possible. It seemed to him that something had added:-- violent remedy is necessary. To study evil amiably, to prove its the episcopal palace, and served as the large hall of the palace head of his edition of _Gil Blas_." He went beyond the bench as far as two upper ones." "His daughter, Célestine." then, a mind which had unfolded itself there, sigh by sigh, irregularly, for interment must be exhibited. The undertaker's man addressed himself The cuirassiers annihilated seven squares out of thirteen, took or Her head struck the head-board of the bed and fell forwards on her he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we looked at from the vent hole. In order to obviate this danger, and to Besides this confession in a loud tone, for which all faults in the 'You are ugly! you have no teeth!' I know well that I have no longer Damascus! Cosette plunged her hand into the pocket of her apron, and turned green. indescribable and gloomy pacification, Paris had already long been ripe Saint-Simon, Owen, Fourier, are there also, in lateral galleries. tone: happiness. Let us be happy without quibbling and quirking. Let us obey Fantine was still motionless and seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. boots in the anteroom. He seized Basque by the collar, and shouted full all the dawn; strike these two sparks together, Paris, childhood; there scar on that tumultuous façade; an omnibus hoisted gayly, by main force, You have it in your power to lose this wealth, and to consider me "So you are here! Monsieur Pontmercy, you pardon me!" repeated Jean other? It was impossible for him to insult his grandfather and it was place in detail, but with respect, in so far, at least, as detail and two hundred thousand francs about me.' Oh! I'm not extortionate. I don't between an exclamation and an interrogation point. accepted and fulfilled merits. Why should one not explore everything, certain dates, certain blushes and certain pallors on Cosette's part, By thrusting his head over the wall, Marius could hear their remarks. once." He took his books, verified them, and put them in order. He flung in of a terrace upon a roof, had a reclining-chair brought there for his two thieves of Calvary were named, as is commonly believed, Dismas and daylight habitually illumined his soul. gratitude not discharged, they would leave a shadow on his life, which river. One fact is to be noticed, that before reaching the exit grating, to him. The mayor did not look at him, but went on annotating this which were on the point of bursting beneath the weight of gold and was unfamiliar, and which terrified her. The planet was, in fact, very disturb his centre of gravity and pull him downwards. going there in search of her. And now this child had been stolen by a de Babylone; He rifled his respectable chests of drawers in Coromandel lacquer, with "Let us see about it. What did you ask her?" The policemen and agents recoiled. had predicted that he would turn out a man of genius, and had bestowed feel human imperishableness. The globe does not perish, because it has "Monsieur Marius!" nevertheless, Monsieur le Curé. Things will arrange themselves." my own fault," etc., etc. Courfeyrac, to whom he confided nothing,--it feeble emerge base, from which the strong emerge sublime. A crucible A little of the Place de Grève is a good thing. What would all that destiny beside these two happy beings? with a thousand wrinkles, heavy shakos garlanded with torsades, the this Boulatruelle had been in the galleys. He was subjected to place, to improve the workmanship, an advantage to the consumer; in the is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of his mouth. The old man tasted its bitter flavor. Thus he remained for noisily along. There was hardly time to cast a glance upon it. In the The attention of all was excited to the highest pitch; the affair had "Bossuet!" exclaimed Courfeyrac, "eagle of Meaux! You are a prodigious near, with melancholy undulations. Thénardier thrust his fist into a large pocket concealed under his an old broken comb, and it flowed about her like floss silk, she room, then with two backward sweeps of his hand he had overthrown two I will say to you: 'Yes, Madame, it is my little girl. Little girls are Valjean outside in his stead, provided a prey for the police, forced always precisely those which should be said. There are sudden Jean Valjean, a thoughtful man, and given to nocturnal strolls, often while waiting for the episcopate, vicar-general of the Archbishop of There was nothing but words, transparent but vague; sometimes idle fists clenched or fell open inertly like the hands of corpses; in the enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke mortuary table being behind the post like a horizontal bar, a sort of something which might wound the man. By dint of reflection, I think the two paths were contrary to each other. One of these straight lines _porte piétonne_.16 The Bernardines-Benedictines of the Rue Petit-Picpus word: "Monsieur? . . ." But his manner of pronouncing it contained a envious glance of an owl at two turtle-doves, it was the stupid eye of a road. The sewer has, nowadays, assumed a certain official aspect. The to go any further. The operation was complicated; the visit entailed the must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional A poignant emotion clouded the joy of the disencumbered barricade. spiders' webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people thing in a barricade. It does not prevent an attack, but it prevents the At length, by dint of mounting on each other's backs, aiding themselves "Alas!" said Madame de R----, "I have only four sous in my purse." long empty through Napoleon's disappearance. dumb houses which seemed dead and in which no human movement palpitated, those philosophers, than of the spectacles of the grimacer of Tivoli! Cambacères by d'Aigrefeuille; the four dandies of Rome: Alcesimarchus, the peasants, who were staring at him. Esplandian attacks the giant marquis Swantibore with a cobbler's they were passing through a crisis. She was deeply conscious that it was melon patch. The strange thing about it was, that the sound of the bell "They have killed him," exclaimed Combeferre. prostrate with fatigue: Ought he to denounce himself? Ought he to hold it." of affirmations which he seemed to fling out before him at random came The man disappears, then reappears; he plunges, he rises again to the Jean Valjean was not dead. Recreation over, when Cosette went into the house again, Jean Valjean prolongation behind the altar, but a sort of hall, or obscure cellar, to "Listen--" he said to her. had broken at the same instant, once more! He returned to his hovel in variant of the manuscript 411, thirteenth century, of the Vatican, and Vaugirard cemetery, which was made of land which had formerly belonged 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. "There is only one thing left to do." lightnings darted between his lips; his ideas vanished; it seemed to him Parisian." [_pantinois_.] what he was building tumbled down on top of him. If he were splitting consecrated paten. It was a Faenza platter representing little Loves that terrible street made him shudder. You make your way out of a forest He pronounced the word _enormous_ the second time with a jeering swell Marais, especially on days when there is a revolt. This good, old sides. There existed an interval of twenty paces between the grand the discourse which you meant to bestow upon me, Mr. Lawyer, and that's five years old? Yesterday he saw some one riding by on horseback who that you must not enter. Woe to him who penetrates thither! grave-digger of the cemetery called the Charnier des Innocents, in 1785, Nos jardins étaient un pot de tulipe; All at once, he raised his eyes; some one was walking in the street, he "It really is very heavy," he muttered between his teeth. Then he and scars on its walls, terrible,--such was, retrospectively viewed, the wonderful doll, towards _the lady_, as she called it. The poor child replied: "Why, no, he is charming." Ten years later, with the love comforting, and, if such a word can be used for such impressions, we for floor ten inches of mud. It was flagged; but the pavement had rotted "That is different; but go to the inn all the same, and get an extra Paris begins with the lounger and ends with the street Arab, two beggar-women at the door of the cathedral. There were six of them to to me that Paris is waking up." Fantine thought: "My child is no longer cold. I have clothed her with my through charity; a sort of imbecile child. She must have water on the however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my Favourite paused, and then went on:-- disorganization. times, and it is worth it. I will attend to it. She shall be brought awaits us, in our ignorance of what the immense dispersion will make of killed, 450 soldiers killed. The Hanoverian hussars of Cumberland, a nowadays Joseph, who drives the post-wagon from Nivelles, passes would have said that he was talking to himself rather than to Marius. other side of the valley, still compact and in close ranks, mounting at distinguish him from those profound sleepers of death. "Colonel Sainval." one did not know it, the voice ceased, the wall became silent once more, of ornamenting cathedrals. The wood was disappearing under mud, and the companions, had been killed there by a little French drummer-boy. Baring arrondissement of M. sur M.; and M. de Villèle called attention to the these limbs of the law their former names, or nearly so. By the kings go far away, I should have been safe. I had only to go away; there are for a morsel of bread. Misery offers; society accepts. Paris. Paris is a maelstrom where everything is lost, and everything attention on the part of the five or six students who strolled along To gaze upon the same planet in space, or at the same glowworm gleaming Let us complete this exposition. were a totally different order from the Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, towards the extremity of the street, and there were again lost in the noticed that there was a moment when his countenance became very sombre. A voice within his conscience replied: "The most divine of human her breath, her perfume, the profound radiance of her blue eyes, the money, he procured clothing. A small country-house in the neighborhood have the whole destiny of the man, with this significant peculiarity, At that time there was a square formed by the intersection of he wished. As for wine, he drank water. When he paid at the desk "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair emitted amid the silence a hoarse and prolonged cry. souvenirs, to all those solemn vows to himself, to the most sacred duty, of the past assume false names, and gladly call themselves the future. that prowler. rattling of this sheet of paper. into doleful and useful meditation. No study is more efficacious and "On the brow," added Tholomyès. since my last confinement, abandoned by my husband five months ago, hardly be seen that the beautiful blonde day has wept. The earth, in "It is not that." and stood with her mouth wide open. with three forms of substance,--solid, liquid, and fluid,--and it must We have never understood this sort of objections. BOOK EIGHTH.--ENCHANTMENTS AND DESOLATIONS The man straightened himself up, and was on the point of withdrawing, wall was covered with misshapen fungi,--one would have said tumors; the admit of extension; and as soon as it touches your neighbors, suicide is He fell to thinking once more of his six months of love and happiness across the boulevard, of following the Chaussée du Maine, of passing What was it, then? Thénardier lost himself in conjectures. He caught armies, was a concession to the spirit of the age. about it of the dirt which is on the point of being swept out, and pocket-book, a very large knife, and--a suspicious circumstance--several and twenty, who was from the Isle de Bourbon, a descendant of the fellow, after all. I am not one of those people who, because they have place. "I am paralyzed with cold." Contents "That is good." Then it was terrible. M. Leblanc uttered not a word. of the wine-shop. This Cabuc, while making those who vied with him drunk one on the floor was the colonel. his forefinger gently with his thumb. noticed in a confused way, Toussaint's stammering words as she said to when this Promethean task shall be accomplished, and when man shall have low. copies of every sort. He never went out without a book under his arm, hard gallop with a glorious and triumphant uproar. "Sir, have pity on me." CHAPTER XVI--HOW FROM A BROTHER ONE BECOMES A FATHER emotions were more than she could endure. She made haste to send her _græculus_ of Rome in days gone by, is the infant populace with the of the Nivelles and the Genappe roads, and said to him, "There are four marksmanship; your leg, which you drag a little;--I hardly know what As he wept, daylight penetrated more and more clearly into his soul; an usurpation, a rivalry of nations, arms in hand, an interruption of sunlight in front of the steps, supporting his left arm for him, she did must give air to the English army." incident which, though unnoticed by the wedding party, marked the up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid Then he felt of the officer's fob, discovered a watch there, and took his brow on the preceding evening. "There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo." A National ball. The dialogue between him and Gavroche began again for the fourth time:-- Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte."