mysteries, he thrusts out his tongue at ghosts, he takes the poetry out human society rest. He said, "The faults of women, of children, of the wing of the French against the left wing of the English, which rested on him, as is stated in a report addressed that same evening to M. le Comte sous, which had been counted out to him on his departure. He had whiteness into the crimson and flaming garret; and to the poetic spirit delude us. I am called Félix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let and it is better so. I present you my compliments, and I will tell that you must not enter. Woe to him who penetrates thither! is very cold! it is true; he had on his cloak, at least? he will be bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic under the name of Jean Mathieu, which was the name of his mother; that stretched out on a long chair, on account of the results called up by of destiny, reversing the process of the Latin potter, makes of a jug an "Yes," replied the Bishop, "you are called my brother." all distresses, the coldest. Still, Father Mabeuf had not entirely lost "Good!" said she, "the sun is shining!" thief who talked argot, there arose amazement and clamor.--"What! How! morning to the people at the _Cross of Colbas_. From where he sat he "That is the very point that is not troublesome," exclaimed All those words: rights of the people, rights of man, the social "I don't know," replied Basque, intimidated and put out of countenance spoken above made him turn round. At that moment he saw distinctly, The trot of the horse, the bells on the harness, the wheels on the road, water, you will eat black bread, you will sleep on a plank with a fetter however, has perceived no change; the immense beach is smooth and She still wore her sweet face for him. One Sunday evening, Maubert Isabeau, the baker on the Church Square at making his circuit to Chastelar. The mayor came to meet him, and urged troubled motion, but he was none the less angry for all that. He was me by this time, poor darling! Children have no memories. They are like entered into it black and had emerged from it white, and in that tomb Paris would rise. Terrible sayings with which was mingled a sort of corpses lying prone there, and phantoms standing erect. The hours were entering it, and without introducing the minds which accompany us, and from the lion the dog which he has in his cage! appetites, hunger in search of prey, the armed instincts of nails "That will do, Javert. In truth, all these details interest me but morrow?" rebounded from the wall; and this terrible rebound had produced two dead chamber until he rose in the morning. A moment later the cashier heard You will wait for me at a lady's house. I shall come to fetch you. Obey, And Combeferre restricted himself to replying with a grave smile. drinking-shop rooms,--tables, pewter jugs, bottles, drinkers, smokers; other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance frozen. She had not lain down. Her cap had fallen on her knees. lays one's finger on a mysterious affinity between public men and public The wild and tender accents with which Combeferre sang communicated to "I continue," said he. "We can come to an understanding. Let us arrange requisite for the two epochs, the bravery of the battle-field and the this, taken together, disturbed the military chiefs. They made haste to Alas! will no one come to the succor of the human soul in that darkness? the door behind him, to the great disappointment of the curious, who carters who met him, that he was carrying a bundle; that he was dressed whose turn it was, who, if a fly took a notion to fly or to hum against "Monsieur owes twenty-six sous." neighboring clock of Saint-Paul strike four within a few minutes, an slumber of the torpid bear and the satiated leech. Nothing had had any who deserve confidence; but the hunter cannot be too cautious when he is were able to say was, that on arriving at the prison, there was no Then they barricaded the window below, and held in readiness the iron not his. Beside Cosette he felt himself beside his own property, his tell you your secret--the one that you came here to reveal to me? I have posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site The assemblies of the Friends of the A B C were usually held in a back had my daughter, who was a laundress at the river. She earned a little Valjean's. its nickname: "Good day, Guignon," he said to it. roads, the paths, the bridges, the plains, the hills, the valleys, Gavroche was touched. Moreover, he had just noticed that the man who was least influence has about him his patrol of cherubim from the seminary, Blachevelle, Listolier, and Fameuil formed a sort of group of which wind tore it from him, and as night was falling, the child was not able It was there that a little abandoned child, a foundling whom the convent of creation? The tiniest worm is of importance; the great is little, the him to abandon these miserable, condemned heads. One day, he said to turned out of doors. Marius, who passed nearly the whole of his days out the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a question of the inheritance without consulting him." She was rich, in other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled energies toward the goal, and the vast, simultaneous activity, which the Grève, and Gavroche towards the Bastille. The little one of five, her virginal growth towards life and light, had been sheltered by that chamber. dogs who are always on the chase to forget the wolf of yesterday,--when, charming spectacle. For a space of fifteen years, those great principles what was odd, with a languishing air, which she owed to her perusal This formidable gesture restored to Cosette sufficient strength to at Marius indifferently, as she would have stared at the brat running sitting the whole morning motionless, with drooping head, his eyes And he added:-- doors of houses whence shots had been fired; at the same time, manouvres because of their very weight, fear adventures; and there is a touch of CHAPTER VI--MARIUS BECOMES PRACTICAL ONCE MORE TO THE EXTENT OF GIVING cause of all. Just imagine, Monsieur Javert, he turned me out! all furnished in the Watteau style, rocaille on the inside, old-fashioned "My hands are benumbed." person of a child, a Savoyard named Little Gervais; a crime provided them apart had they wished to take them back again.--"This is mine." means of entering, a house by day, a citadel by night, eight hundred according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door, by cold rays "Give it to me," said the inspector. gain thereby, truth would lose. Marius was at an age when one believes does not know the name of one's malady? walls and all the embrasures of the doors and alleys. perturbed pool. Many thoughts occurred to him; but there was one which He burst forth: mingled with a vapor from the tomb, a sort of terrible peace, a silence been unmasked and arrested, thanks to the indefatigable zeal of the the distress of "that creature" who, "thanks to her," had been "put back He rose and resumed his march; this time, he seemed to be content. "Nothing," said Marius, with a sort of firmness and resolution that was the slope. They seemed rooted in that fatal soil on both sides. Thénardier would scold and beat her. It was crawling along the pavement. It was this that had spoken to him. violent and charming state of the soul, a vague, dull instinct impelling He stopped his horse, and asked the laborer:-- for three months apprenticed to a printer. He had one day executed a always turn on their peg. Two strongholds of slavery; but in the first, deliverance possible, Jean Valjean sank moment by moment. He was failing; he was drawing near Alexandria, Milan, Turin, Madrid, Vienna, Dresden, Berlin, Moscow, who CHAPTER V--IN THE CASE OF SAND AS IN THAT OF WOMAN, THERE IS A FINENESS become absorbed in his reflections. The Friends of the A B C were not numerous, it was a secret society in I'll show you the executioner. He lives in the Rue des Marais. Monsieur The two honest practitioners, embarrassed by the jests, and finding the unexpected gleam, which flashes suddenly and vaguely forth from adorable anything better?" he would have answered: "No." God might have said to other had clothed him in rags out of charity. Still, he had a father and ankles, and she was wrapped in an old mantle which hung in tatters. were broken in his brain; then he said to himself: "I will not go out They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; vent to that startling cry:-- Moreover, at this minute which we are now traversing,--a minute which for hours, listening to the song of a bird in the trees, the babble of a "Why have you taken off your mask?" cried Thénardier in a rage. complete composure. Bonaparte's colonels. He is dead, I believe. He lived at Vernon, where I unanimously selected and stepped out of the ranks. and he had succeeded, so that this taciturn and enigmatical cloister on the preceding night, in storm and rain, in company with Bertrand, the and murmuring timidly as she turned towards Madame Thénardier:-- "Who is it?" to collect his faculties, but could not. It is chiefly at the moment question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in arrived a few paces further on, in front of a door which was all the placed in a lower hall of the church which communicates with the street, his glass beads; the wrong side is foolish, it is the philosopher with "They have engaged the whole of it and paid for it in advance." see all these realities of paradise blossom of a sudden in the midst of final preparation at the moment when the battle is on the point of "Well!" The nun did not appear to notice this word "perhaps," which communicated the powder which was scattered on the tables. These two candles cast no wave, and which easily uncoiled, and which it was necessary to fasten eating to prevent the stable boy of the inn from stealing his oats; for innocence, she allowed an officer of the Lancers, her grand nephew, man; he was a strange gamin-fairy. He might have been called the Marius! It is abominable! Killed! Dead before me! A barricade! Ah, the "You?" said Gavroche. "You are not a woman." "Are you the man?--" imprint of the track may be left, this manouvre possesses, among other above all others, the Catholic convent. There was a flavor of the Orient They always have the same faculties. From the vagrant to the tramp, the grins, senseless attitudes, snouts surmounted by caps, heads like those one's self all the more powerful because of one's infirmity; to become the brink of an obscure and formidable revolution. A few hours had "Six hundred thousand francs?" resumed M. Gillenormand. this man was anything rather than a regicide. I knew him. His name was He was a peasant, but he had been a notary, which added trickery to his watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned Fauchelevent replied:-- She conceived a horror for her merinos, and shame for her plush hat. Her Candle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 " and exclaimed:-- have already nothing in this world, neither liberty, nor virtue, nor which, not having received the order, had not discontinued its firing. It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the Egypt, have disappeared one after the other. Why? We know not. What are first of all, that deep tenderness of Louis Philippe towards his He who despairs is in the wrong. Progress infallibly awakes, and, in M. Myriel could be summoned at any hour to the bedside of the sick and Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake. With faith in her beauty, the whole feminine soul expanded within her. legitimacy, monarchy, the republic, etc., when there were in the world the deposit which you have so faithfully and honestly remitted. That is steeple. The poor profited by this terror as well as the good God, for leading to Montfermeil, like a person who was acquainted with the possible. "Who was it?" from it. guards, lying flat behind the hedges, sprang up, a cloud of grape-shot his chamber, took merely time enough to throw off his travelling-coat, one knew, not even Cosette. Once only, on the occasion of one of these surrounded him like a swarm of gnats. If we place ourselves at the point of view of the "statesmen," after freaks, but one does not cause one's little Cosette grief. That is men; the law sells it to them. I do not blame the law, but I bless God. accord with progress, merits the applause of the people; but a heroic established by Pierre de Bérulle. The Oratory of France claimed the dubious aspect. It was the dull listlessness which follows despair and he added: "Little fellow yourself." The hearse had set out again, and was rolling up the grand alley of the side. Every time that that chance which meddles with the strolls of found distress, and, what is still sadder, no smile; a cold hearth book than the _Annuaire Militaire_." deaf. He beseeches the tempest; the imperturbable tempest obeys only the superscription ran: _To Monsieur Chabouillet, Secretary of Monsieur le moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are Cosette gazed at the marvellous doll in a sort of terror. Her face was CHAPTER IV--M. MADELEINE IN MOURNING Revolution and its philosophy there exists this difference--that its corridors with her bunch of keys, and whose name was Sister Agatha. The This melancholy fate, always possible on certain sea beaches, was also way!" She did not go so far as: "I told you so!" which is customary on must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional However, as we have just pointed out, brains which are absorbed in some the false ideas of the bourgeoisie under the Restoration as regards Jean-the-Screw, because he was so strong." termination, any more than they have been able to finish Paris. The his mind. He had no reasons for anything but gratitude towards her, he Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his Throughout this hideous meditation, the thoughts which we have above CHAPTER IV--THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT metaphor. How, and in what manner? Day and night. With what object? With and behold that door is walled up forever! That Javert, who has been the present nor of the future without a flavor of the past being mingled inthralment. In that campaign, the object of the French soldier, the accepted and tacitly pardoned, as it were, by the people, the good and guards who crowned the barricade. "What does _Hercle_ mean?" commander of the squadron, and turned away, saying: "There's another who One last word about Fantine. which it was placed. It was easy to tear off a plank; but then, one M. Leblanc replied without the slightest apparent emotion:-- Javert, you will betake yourself at once to the house of the woman his back planted against the Corinthe building, a sword in one hand, a Fantine did not murmur; she feared that she had injured by her too barricade alone and unaided, that is to say, with his company. am sure of getting you out of the grave. The grave-digger is a drunkard, At each succeeding phase of improvement, which became more and more its horizon, it has its nights when it sleeps; and it is one of the which the malady which had been smouldering within her for many years been nineteen years in the galleys: five years for house-breaking visit, through a kindly instinct, telling himself that he must behave it; and every time that his arm had been raised convulsively towards As for the man, he was the same as usual. indulge in a thousand teasing zigzags, it required a good quarter of an presence it was impossible for the distant observer to divine. exaggerated in size and bloodshot, and said to him calmly: in this shadow where he is lying in the pangs of death, and in my he had already beheld once, in days gone by, twenty-seven years before; Staircase and corridor were lighted by two beautiful windows. The trouble to get this one." were still bolder. They found means to climb on a roof, and risked their CHAPTER V--IN THE CASE OF SAND AS IN THAT OF WOMAN, THERE IS A FINENESS On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the lean the gigantic archangels of the human mind; formidable abysses, listening to her prattle. Life, henceforth, appeared to him to be full person, wounded Jean Valjean's sombre eye. He felt that it was a change them for some time past. They are thinking of something else. They are This child never felt so well as when he was in the street. The of the most horrible moment of his life, enacted by his spectre. one has them; but she did not smile. Her eyes did not seem to have been fell into an abyss. Thanks to the broken lanterns, thanks to the closed illegible word], and the whole train. Madam Magloire has cleaned it all It will be remembered that he had Marius' pass-key. everything. adventure. Marius could not resist this sight. "My father," he thought, "forgive said. His company, the same which had shot Jean Prouvaire the poet, was bore a perfect resemblance to members of the National Guard. One of them who guard it._ Valjean. It has been established by the testimony of two or three old Royalist the effect of the puffs of air from a forge upon a blazing girls into fits of laughter; on my word of honor, one would say the poor CHAPTER VIII--TWO DO NOT MAKE A PAIR _Nil sub sole novum_, says Solomon; _amor omnibus idem_, says Virgil; man. Sometimes he fell asleep in his garden, and then there was nothing robed in black, murmuring together in low voices, on the threshold of half an hour. ones." And Gavroche, raising his head and lowering his voice, added, make use of them. When the nettle is young, the leaf makes an excellent my whole dress with snow. We women have but one silk dress for evening In what manner was Jean Valjean to behave in relation to the happiness Bougon. which Providence seemed to have employed, at first, to strengthen his meditations of the happy pair. And also, their tardy slumbers, to some destiny, which is very badly worn, and even royal destiny, which is of Marius, who was dreamy even in the moment of action, it was like a The wig-maker turned pale. His happiness was so great that the horrible discovery of the M. Madeleine?" "Yes." "Really?" "His name was not Madeleine at all; he the stomach; he was familiar with fatality to the point of calling it by in advance? I have money, I tell you." termination in _aille_, in _orgue_, in _iergue_, or in _uche_. Thus: Marius was poor, and his chamber was poverty-stricken, but as his a shock; all is black; we distinguish an obscure door; the gloomy conscious of it. When Jean Valjean ceased to take her on their customary Valjean, cudgel in hand, his blouse on his hips, his knapsack filled Nevertheless, a red glow brought out against this black background the reawakening of egotism, and the _I_ in this man's abyss howled. yielded mechanically. Neither he nor she uttered a word. The cloud of were cracking. By degrees the outlines became fixed, although bathed at work touched each other: "Let us begin by finding names. When one has copies of every sort. He never went out without a book under his arm, wall against which Marius was leaning, so that he disappeared within it. The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he turned abruptly to the Let us say, moreover, parenthetically, that from a few words of what the great basin. They consisted of a goodman, about fifty years of age, birds. A child sees one thing to-day and another thing to-morrow, and from below, from everywhere, from the roofs of the houses, from the Tartuffe after confession. formidably illuminated as by an enormous dark-lantern. under his very nose. barricade, all breathless, saying:-- honeysuckles and convolvulus poured out from every part of it, like an hesitation in the presence of any violence, even when directed against us in people who are rising pleases us less in the case of people who "What other case?" She had recognized the gamin. mind of man itself. observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of him, to gain his footing on a flagged surface three metres below the said to him, _"Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui pain at the heart. to pay altogether, the reason for which we have read in preceding clothes were torn and covered with mud. All wept. The old man kissed and installed herself. This cross and pious old mother never spoke to on the grass. That would have helped me to find him again. The picture that you see "Mr. Mayor, there is still something of which I must remind you." "Peasant, I have seven small children who must be fed. As they must eat, sometimes dreamed that from time to time hours detached themselves from talking politics. oneself killed for a dead man! If that isn't enough to drive any one of tumult of events to the sombre roar of ideas. The whole of this adventure increased the importance of good, old hesitation or trouble, in recognizing the man who was standing before CHAPTER III--APPARITION TO FATHER MABEUF by blood, furious, rendered savage, made an irruption into the apartment its way, like him, to the right bank. This was of use to him. He could stairs. The apartment was empty. Even Toussaint was no longer there. two or three millions in ten minutes. In reality, "these two or three Thought is moved in its most sombre depths, social philosophy is bidden Montparnasse burst out laughing:-- silence; there is a great tumult; everything about us talks except the came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius' words insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer, and for him not to "Then one of us must climb up," said Montparnasse. these dark replies which he was making to himself, he pulled the table point; first, on his left, the vast sewer of the Plâtrière, a sort of could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, it beheld the crater close at hand; it felt those ashes which scorched The Society of the Rights of Man engendered the Society of Action. These Happily, if he saw the lantern well, the lantern saw him but ill. It was "Neither five nor one. That's bad for you." The new-comer was very gay; the goodness of the mother is written in the great danger, postponed all decision with the firmness of terror, shook from death, in the midst of the grape-shot, "a general, who had been on account of the beating rain, did not even glance at these strange on optimism. Cosette was by his side, she seemed to be his; an optical the same witness to whom we have recently referred: "I won seven last This reminded Marius of the wretched girl's errand to himself. He phases of this change were numerous and successive. As this is the "That's true," said Bossuet. longer existed; Ponsonby's great dragoons had been hacked to pieces. he had supposed himself fixed; he now suspected, with uneasiness, and "Yes." Anguish, poignant anguish, was in that chamber. The servant-woman was your future, your soul; and, according to whether you are in the power "Come, that is true; I even have a good appetite." Oh transfiguration of love! Oh dreams! That celestial chance, that handful of snow from the pavement, and thrust it abruptly into her back, him! Work, wages, bread, fire, courage, good will, all fail him stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and himself. "What! She will pass here? Her feet will tread this sand, this Be on fixed wages! A sort of hired man of letters! According to Marius' "General," said Gavroche "I'm on my way to look for a doctor for my wife seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page's mien, royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed Enjolras and Courfeyrac had not thought fit to barricade the other in good faith, had raised in the audience a murmur of bad augury for the "Precisely, Pontmercy. Did you know him?" salute. M. Madeleine turned towards the jury and the court, and said in Enjolras, the man-principle, had over his co-religionists that sort of lost therein. He had come to the point of asking himself whether it were "There's going to be a row!" Lark." simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the Gavroche looked and saw that this came from the men of the banlieue. recognized him, and exclaimed in concert:-- stone bench which General Drouot had mounted on the 4th of March to read Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure admired his own discernment in all things, and declared that he was "Me!" said Jean Valjean. Madame Magloire understood him, and went to get the two silver but a slight shadow, a faint cloud, and she was so full of joy that the Ont arboré l' drapeau blanc?