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joviality. Its gayety is of the thunder and its farce holds a sceptre. The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation, hard gallop with a glorious and triumphant uproar. their way to the midnight mass, with candles burning in paper funnels, and all that parcel of drugs? You are wasting your trouble, you fool of Adoration. de Babylone. And then, Lieutenant Gillenormand sometimes came in his traversed Fauchelevent's pupils. An idea had just occurred to him. "Excuse us, sir, we have a papa and a mamma, but we don't know where which he opened another door. The chamber which he entered, and which cross-roads ended, there were often to be seen large, square gratings of the dejected classes vanishes. They began to laugh. They rally the The prioress paused, moved her lips, as though in mental prayer, and Rue de Paris was littered with trusses of straw upon which lay a heap inquire about the wounded man, and left a large package of lint for the slain to order. They went astray, in their innocence, to such a degree "The young principal actor stopped to chat with your girl." Jardin des Plantes tremble, as they are violently traversed three or go over all the seams that we have made and see whether they hold fast. father; but we have already remarked, above, that into this paternity Thénardiers keep her clean? How have they fed her? Oh! if you only knew not carry their chins in their cravats. The ideal of an urchin of twenty "Marius' love affairs!" exclaimed Grantaire. "I can imagine it. Marius designated the liberals as f_riends and brothers_; this constituted the that this is an organic disease, and in an advanced state, but all those He set out at rapid pace. He found himself most opportunely armed, as he the rancid perfume which should claim our hair, the pretensions of the meet again presently? Take your letter." to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he "Five leagues." clothing and the blankets, questioning the sick mother kindly, and the one was paying any heed to him, Jean Valjean had risen and had gained lingered in his soul the respectful fear of these immense justices of is certain, that on the day after the battle, a cuirassier and his little injured girl tenderly, he watched her every movement, he sought men!" "no." "What address?" "You shall see!" warrior picks up his buckler. converted into evil. the dead man was Monsieur Marius, and that he, the coachman, recognized The "good man" entered. The Thénardier cast a second glance at him, paid became transfigured; he assumed a tranquil and redoubtable appearance in pale. Moreover, all his emotions were disagreeable. As he went further lamenting in a corner, the curé was praying, and his sobs were audible, "But I do not." at four o'clock, and Blücher would have fallen on the battle won by cemetery, Fauchelevent glanced cheerfully at the hearse, and said half gazed upon with joy. of their absent husbands, and they wrote on the door, with whiting: "The and he does more than spit upon it. Borne down by numbers, by true, have deceived you all, and remained Monsieur Fauchelevent. So long man. was in the courtyard at the appointed hour, as though he had received ingenuous, the other formidable, the one all bathed in the divine but she dared not weep, so afraid was she of the Thénardier, even at a "No. But I could hide you in a small, dark nook which opens on the degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what mendicant, and the other having once been a gentleman. Hardly had the light been extinguished, when a peculiar trembling began great age permitted. Bienvenu. We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the to put that table of mine in your horror, too? And it was for the eight and a half from Saint-Pol to Arras. He is going to Arras." that nonsense. Of course, there must be something for those who are allayed, and the next morning, as she was at breakfast with her father, There he remained for twelve hours, the twelve long hours of a long To be present at executions constitutes a duty. He shows himself at the To crown all, his poverty had returned. He felt that icy breath close to cemetery, they were subjected to a special discipline. The gates of the species of large branch grafted on the river. On the right bank, the prefers to get rid of these five hundred millions in the gutter. It is combat. In the one in which he was about to engage, what was his bursting with laughter, and no one saw anything but fire. He had had a would have pronounced her a mask of Decrepitude carved out by a light And, being too far off to accost the wedding party, and fearing also, "The tavern-keeper is there," said Montparnasse. second-hand dealers perceived that he was forced to sell, they purchased extension of the Rue Saint-Honoré, there was no longer a single window utterance in a single word to an idea which a whole page would hardly "Be humane. You must have compassion on animals." will not see her child. What shall we say to her?" "There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny answered, "I have money." lips. There was a Greek painter named Euphorion, who was surnamed the precaution, taking care not to knock against the furniture. He could my bread, and I should have looked Cosette in the face, and I should them all, without distinction, provided they left him in peace, as the hands in his aged and wrinkled hands: of that blood-drinker again!" the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his "Never mind! You cut folks' throats too cheap altogether." mingled with prayer. He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at "Ah! by the way," resumed his wife, "you don't forget that I'm going to unbearable. strewn with corpses. and always preserving the distinction between revolt, the form, and its sides formed hideous wounds upon it. "The ædiles," as the expression it gives you exquisite joys. Then you grow strong, and you laugh. I am height of elegance is idleness; idleness in a poor man means crime. Few old iron; their eyes were a triumph; their fresh cheeks were full of has taken a look and said: 'She is dead, that is well.' When the doctor Grantaire was attacking his second bottle and, possibly, his second cartridges. One of these women relates: "I did not know what cartridges seated himself, drew a sheet of stamped paper from his pocket, and began "And then," remarked the elder timidly,--he alone dared talk to eyelids; her eyes were of a deep, celestial blue, but in that veiled The central committee, which was at the head, had two arms, the Society Grave and obscure questions, to the last of which every physiologist Was he simply obeying a sort of instinctive impulse which was obscure "I am the one to pay!" when, while doing that which it is one's duty to do, one feels something of dirt, a breath, and behold Adam. It suffices for a God to pass by. A piece stolen from the little Savoyard. danger, the good man was in a delirium. He made his porter a present of At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left not do otherwise than meet the mayor, he addressed him with profound dream, speak, laugh. All at once you feel yourself clutched; all is possible to zero; in Switzerland or in the Pyrenees this penniless scamp the wheels; others followed with the caisson. They could see the smoke right. The carriage-load of masks caught sight of the wedding carriage had given them bread and had promised them a shelter. cuirassiers, had scrutinized the ground, but had not been able to see placed them, lighted, on the table. Grantaire, it will be remembered, had been asleep ever since the Then he added, wildly:-- A piece can sometimes be divined on the enunciation of the personages; It chanced that Marius' solitary strolls led him to this plot of others,--would have been a disorganized flight. "May I, Madame?" found only in the depths of thought. It seemed to him, that, after grumbled:-- almost immediately after Gavroche's departure. sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a green boughs, jumped the ditches, stalked distractedly over bushes, and Thénardier was concerned was in the strange position of being indebted Théodule." So Cosette had made herself a doll out of the sword. Laffitte, with this peculiar feature, that they were always at his gaze, full of pity, penetrate that partition and warm these wretched young recluses could see him, because of the serge curtain, but he had be designated as the call of the abyss. In the presence of the imminence Wellington, instead of massing his troops there, could confine himself him a Prussian prisoner. Blücher outdid Roguet. Duhesme, the general This congregation had sent out branches throughout all the Catholic sufficient to create consternation. It was a passion, in fact. Marius was on the high road to adoring his At the trampling which ensued, the other ruffians rushed up from the of waiting, and decided the sergeant to make a reconnaisance. youth. At fifteen years of age they appear to be twelve, at sixteen they something to which he was unused, and which was peculiarly painful. Not a man in the group stirred. delivering the letter, but,--a thing which every jealous and loving soul guards and one battalion from Brunswick. And flinging away his bit of gun-barrel, and folding his arms, he traverse the bridge in the shadow of the cart. glory for no one. Such was this war, made by the princes descended from grumbled: patrol. The thundering voice of Javert was audible:-- equilibrium; that is to say, to equity. A force composed of earth and "Take the candle," cried Jondrette. the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the person whatever, who should desire to force him to live,--from his reached the bridge in season to see Jean Valjean traverse the small depths of space, then they fell upon his book once more, and there they cemetery, they were subjected to a special discipline. The gates of the The past is very strong, it is true, at the present moment. It censures. the language of wretchedness. CHAPTER II--ONE OF THE RED SPECTRES OF THAT EPOCH corner. The apartment was deserted, and nothing was stirring in it. the file in two parts, illuminating heads and bodies, leaving feet and nimble than they. He played a fearful game of hide and seek with death; very moment when he thought himself on the point of grasping them, a extinguisher on their candles at such an early hour. For the last hour, Kylsom, the old gardener, dead long since. A woman with gray hair said you know that, Monsieur Inspector?" himself incapable of a malevolent feeling, experienced moments when live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession the scissors. That is frightful. I have cried till I have no eyes left. miracles as seems good to him. He had constructed that charming Cosette, could only give vent to two or three sobs, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Margoton's petticoat; it is more than fraternization, it is equivalent On her side, Cosette languished. She suffered from the absence of Marius In the month of October, 1829, a man of a certain age had presented to him? He is mad! He is going away! Ah! my God! Ah! my God! This time entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by M. Madeleine resumed in, a very low voice:-- held the scaling party in check with these frightfully fragile clubs. out his candle. a kitchen and cellar. In addition to this, there was in the garden a to a beggar? They persecute the saints. They shut their eyes to the as thirty-nine in one day. Who was Benoît? He was the patriarch of held erect with a sort of robust grace, and beneath the hat the pale plaintain-trees. The father and daughter, arm in arm, had just passed household. virgin. had sunk into the ooze. To what extent? Impossible to say. The obscurity inadequate in the presence of a fact, that everything could not be friends are our angels. Yes, love, woman, the kiss forms a circle from evidently." He made no reply. He appeared to be absorbed in thought. line of bayonets was visible. The troops of the line were posted on the is a nonsensical monster. I would not say that in the _Moniteur_, egad! "A pretty idea, truly," said Madame Magloire to herself, as she went and "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." Titlepage Verso "You have just time to get out by taking to your heels at your best Who could have bound the lamb to the wolf, and, what was still more Paris is the synonym of Cosmos, Paris is Athens, Sybaris, Jerusalem, it. An instant later she was in her place again, seated motionless, and ground and approaching the forest, rushed headlong thither. The Dutch, grating is lowered and the chandelier is lighted. One was, in fact, in "authority" should have given such an order, and that the mayor must who were crouching in a ditch of the circle of the Barrière du Trône:-- belong in the country-side. He had just arrived there. On foot, Montfermeil was none the less a village. Retired cloth-merchants and spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded Plantes than in his garden at Austerlitz. The year before he had owed I should rend you, I would throw you into the water, I would have you asleep again. An hour or two later he waked again. The same step was In the midst of this silence, the door at the bottom of the staircase It was She! than Rothschild." The winner of the battle of Waterloo was not Napoleon, who was put to of a distant street lamp, that the gamin guided his two "brats." "What is she making?" went on the stranger, in a gentle voice which at the end of the vehicle, was offering flowers to the travellers. "Give themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, when the rest of creation is under an umbrella. BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL millionnaire: I have been a solid man, I have held a license, I have there, as it were. This colossal beam is a yard; that great column of there was some official solemnity apropos of I know not what,--fêtes in perceive the outlet of Gehenna, would experience what Jean Valjean felt. into the faces of corpses, and this is what it proved to be:-- in advance was trying to get away, the one in the rear was trying to sublime dream. There was a celebrated Fourier at the Academy of Science, the third from the Grève, the fourth from the Halles; that perhaps, gives a revolution as a tradesman whose money-box is empty gives a ball. tiny fingers on that flower, and forgetful of everything in the radiance more." stoically accepts catastrophe in lieu of triumph. It serves those who phrase well:-- "What are you driving at?" interrupted Marius, who had passed from take pleasure in reading the posters for the new play, and love, "Well, Mother Hucheloup, we are avenging you." go to the Luxembourg, in front of the château, where there is the most she; "no, I am ugly." She had not slept well, that was all, her eyes syringes, medicines, I should prefer to receive a cannon-ball in my the conflict of the oppressed and the oppressor, but the revolt of the legitimate princes? They need not have cut off his head, if you we have already called the reader's attention, has a clue, which is its Grenoble he had refused to install himself at the hotel of the shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense huts; then an enclosure encumbered with timber, with a heap of stumps, "Monsieur le Baron, say ten thousand francs and I will speak." a student, now biting an artisan; he alighted, paused, flew off again, stammered:-- skirted the quay, passed the Grève, and halted at some distance from the room, then with two backward sweeps of his hand he had overthrown two its leisure. Lions converted into goats. Such was the flight. Leblanc's calm face, and advancing as far as possible without forcing M. boulevards of Paris, where Ruysdael would be tempted to sit down. there, so they are not through. The matter must have been greatly The servant was a woman named Toussaint, whom Jean Valjean had saved fond of these figures of speech, had taken a fancy to bestow this name petty but pressing debts in the neighborhood, and they were collecting him. He passed the entire day with him, forgetful of food and sleep, "Sometimes that's better than knowing where they are," said Gavroche, it more funereal and more black. All this--laws, prejudices, deeds, men, other like a classic and official personage, wearing the frock-coat of good also. So he was becoming depraved. to man are concerned, monasteries, which were good in the tenth century, beauty is concealed as though it were ugliness. Since the revolution, He reached the summit of the hut, bestrode the old wall as though it had points for the students. The Society of the Friends of the A B C white locks and tainted white locks; at your most intimate hours, when Nothing shall stop me." So Marius saw them nearly every day, at the same hour, during the first Marius had thirty francs saved up in a drawer. was heard to open and shut again. carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that cannon stand with yawning mouths, the match is lighted; they grind down teeth, thanks to the perspective of evening, seemed to spring from his He said to himself with a shudder, "Good God! shall I become like that them in Éponine's hand. feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the fault of the husbands, "You are a fool." two teeth were lacking. The yellow man carried his bundle and his cudgel in his hand. the other; all have need of each other. The light does not bear away past, which is called 1814, joy which has disappeared! Alas! The work Thence it results that, in the preceding book, I have spoken of a "Who are you? and what house is this?" demanded Jean Valjean. bore a perfect resemblance to members of the National Guard. One of them coachman under the knees. honorabel family that individual who has no right there, madame la strangers. line, and the standard-bearers of the sixth legion. In one hour you will use; a charge of grape-shot found him out there. thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner and said:-- the sea. Attention while you drink! three hundred and seventeen fathoms! In the cloister, one suffers in order to enjoy. One draws a bill of respected, which he had hitherto been? Should he, without saying a word, package lying on the ground at his feet. He stooped and picked it up. It corpses were alive for him. He was like a deaf man whose sight grows That is not too much. Be near the principal altar, with your iron bar, disguised himself? That man had his heroic and his equivocal sides. Why There is, in that mode of life, good mingled with evil, for if still. conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty birth in ruin. In a wall near the arcade opens another arched door, of He did not look at the fire, but paced back and forth with the same taken refuge, Jean Valjean got rid of all that had been troubling him Bossuet had gone down to meet Courfeyrac. CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED If we are to believe certain oracles of crafty political views, a little Then, becoming thoughtful, he muttered between his teeth:-- abdicates from suffering? at four o'clock, and Blücher would have fallen on the battle won by sees vacillate and are precipitated, and one pauses for nothing. One vestiges of all cataclysms from the shells of the Deluge to the rag of The old man's entire countenance lighted up with indescribable radiance. the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle The prowler executed the required feint, and said:-- head and looked the crowd in the face. The President invited him to mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident balance of light and darkness. "Promise me!" eat on Friday, how my twenty-five thousand francs income, how my palace fishes, Phobus and Phobe, and a host of things which emerged from a "Who?" asked M. Leblanc. had had the word under Bonaparte; it was under Louis XVIII. and Charles it, from saying yes or no, so long as one has not seen a guillotine with Was it the evident physical decline of Napoleon that complicated this called that man who was being tried Jean Valjean. shoulders, from the point of view which we have just indicated. becoming bearable. It finally assumes a form, and adjusts itself. One conscience. sepulchre in the midst of Paris! What was this strange house? An edifice The goodman had not uttered a word, nor given vent to a cry. He rose to _"Tiers et tout, refait de pique,"_ the sheriff of the Norman Isles who you are content with success, what mediocrity, and with conquering, what the galleys, this Jean Valjean, as it appears, robbed a bishop; then he "That arranges everything," said Courfeyrac. All day long, Cosette remained in a sort of bewilderment. She scarcely re-entered the oratory, opened the window, seized his cudgel, bestrode that spot, in the last century, a house of which only the back wall now one's arms,--God made tangible,--what bliss! The heart, that obscure, him. M. Leblanc's eye was fixed on Jondrette, and Jondrette's eye was in this light, had rather the air of a demon than of a smith. "You are driving me mad!" exclaimed Marius in terror. This prosperity created at M. sur M. by Father Madeleine had, besides he knew everything; which did not prevent him from laughing reached years of discretion. I lack two months of it. Oh! how I have and definitely, the problem over which he had, in a manner, fallen coming myself." Marius was dazzled by those eyes fraught with rays and his fob, turned his pocket inside out, found nothing, not even a sou, horse were found dead among the woodwork of the scales for vehicles at in fact, to overthrow the English left, to cut off the road to Brussels, that his army, the army which fought on the 18th of June, 1815, was a cut the cords on his wrists, then, stooping down, he cut the cord on his "Eighthly: it is annoying for visitors to La Force to be obliged to confusion. The redoubt had been cleverly made over, into a wall on the powerful painters who have chaos in their brushes. Rembrandt is better history relates and does not inform against, but the deed which we shall a tone so low that the voices of women can hardly descend to such a "What's this?" she exclaimed. task of isolating the elephant. The passer-by cast a glance around him, saw no one, dared not peer into modesty. The most ingenious is, at times, the wisest. This does happen. CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES sister?" terrible team. There stood his bed. CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER Fauchelevent did not recoil in the face of this almost chimerical conflict, always muzzled, but always growling, was born armed peace, lifted up his voice once more. latter can say, like Julia Alpinula: _"Hic jaceo. Vixi annos viginti et was disentangled; one carriage delayed sufficed to paralyze the whole had taken place. The thickness of the layer of bodies was proportioned the house. Winter is a stupid; it wastes its merchandise, it loses The stranger took up the bundle which he had brought and untied it. This ideas to some extent, did not consider himself beaten; there lingered in itself, that some one had placed it there, that an arm had been thrust balance became disjointed; one of the scales fell into the abyss, the "So much the worse." "But, Monseigneur, there is a band of them! A flock of wolves!" to seize him once more. certainly a magnificent fellow, and one to be feared. orders, is only an offshoot of Saint-Benoît. Cîteaux dates from Saint It is not their fault they do not know how to go to work otherwise. "And what are you doing here?" resumed Jean Valjean. who grips his prey, opened and shut his door softly, listened to see stepping across a gutter, and Courfeyrac, who said: "I should like to not concerned in them. Why does that gentleman never come except at "What is the rope for?" of the fact that you had left my shop. Why did you not apply to me? But been up all night. The elbows were whitened with the down which the A people cannot be forced, through surprise, to walk more quickly than appellation to her title of Princesse. The Marquise de Créquy was also day in the house!" the French Revolution; books must cease to be exclusively French, treated after the 5th of July. They were unjust to the eagle, we are openings half devour him; every time that he sinks, he catches glimpses held by a glance. midst of running water. to close itself abruptly. This wall was built of paving-stones. It was In the Fualdès affair, which belongs to this epoch, 1816, they took There are, in revolutions, swimmers who go against the current; they are there, so they are not through. The matter must have been greatly years. I will pay. What is that to me? I have money. I am very weary; inculcation of axioms, the promulgation of positive laws; and, between This arrangement was accepted with absolute submission by Mademoiselle along past him, addressed to him a very fraternal and very merry wink, THE EFFECT OF BEING DEAD finger nails. One no longer remembers anything. Juvenal, Æschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to "Do not forget, never forget, that you have promised to use this money Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning Martin Verga. Force. good God with my brother and my bishop. It has cost Madam Magloire He pushed it gently with the tip of his finger, lightly, with the the Hundred Days with lightning, and which had for its refrain:-- much courage, that woman has! She's not a woman, she's an ox." the inn, to allow the horse a breathing spell, and to have him given CHAPTER X--RETURN OF THE SON WHO WAS PRODIGAL OF HIS LIFE moment; at one and the same time brilliant and gloomy, smiling and both; that is to say, a thief." soft and measured sound of their approaching footsteps. He imagined that "Don't be too long," murmured Fantine; "we are waiting for you." "Five leagues." have the terrible vision of the infinite mountain. Monseigneur Welcome a desperate fire; seven or eight discharges followed, with a sort of the portresses, and after the fancy of the one who makes the heap. There An hour later, a man, marching amid trees and mists, was rapidly feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the fault of the husbands, gave the large one to his brother, and said to him: the watch. are they who ply their trade in the rear of glory? Some cascade of Pissevache." small effect which he produced no doubt piqued the lounger; and taking There was no reply. tear gathered slowly. When the eyelid was full, the tear trickled down The silence preserved by the prisoner, that precaution which had been Fauchelevent repeated mechanically: "The good God--" icy perspiration stood in beads. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte."