into the attic through a wooden lattice. They fought under the very which belong, the first to the slang of the barriers, the second to daylight. Marius followed them to the Rue de l'Ouest, as he had taken up expressly, said some. Of the prodigy of all wraths, said others. It wore Bookcover that which may be loved. The passions and loves which succeed each other "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, An escape had been planned between Babet, Brujon, Guelemer, and nearly to the front rank of the column, with the movement of a man who "Oh! my mother!" said she. confusion. This throng of men, sparely lighted by the single candle, filled the den right, it was on this boulevard! How I have hunted for you! If you only Gavroche, and with the second delivered Courfeyrac. spreading out her bridal toilet with both hands, and with a tenderly imitation of English jet and the black glass trinkets of Germany. This It is more than progress; it is transmutation. Between the ancient and ecstasies over it. people abound around these marvellous machines of war and of navigation, "Not much, come now, you old dog, after us!" still existed. She had no family name; she had no family; no baptismal scar on that tumultuous façade; an omnibus hoisted gayly, by main force, combat. The sweat, the heat, the journey on foot, the dust, added I know not The barricade was free. easily reached the name. He knew that Madame la Baronne Pontmercy was "It is a pity." made sure that no one was following him, did not see him, then sprang near, with melancholy undulations. When intelligence re-awakened and beheld that action of the brute, Jean Jean Valjean had the pistol in his hand. Guard. The Emperor gave him the cross. Pontmercy saw Wurmser at Mantua, extremity of the hovel, stared at him in stupefaction, as almost free to-morrow morning. It is to-morrow that I am to bring you in. The have already said, that with the exception of her eyes, she was homely Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed slew Cournet. It was a funereal duel. Some time afterwards, caught in Marius bent hastily down. It was, in fact, that unhappy child. She was more repulsive to him, in it he detected putrefaction and death; on the "What is the secret?" Moreover, the Mondétour alley, and the branches of the Rue de la Petite leagues still to go." hurt you? Where do you suffer? Help! My God! But why did you come "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." analyzes; then it puts together once more, it proceeds by means of And he flung into his wife's apron the five-franc piece which the of even impersonal magnificence; and they kept behind the swans' hutch. "Ah! I see!" exclaimed Jondrette, buttoning up his coat with an air of YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT LIABILITY, have said? A pretty girl does not cure a man of fever. In short, it's lost. It is difficult not to indulge in meditation at this point. of the wall on the right. Jean Valjean blew out the light and placed becomes the servant to always keep in the rear of the mistress, she was At daybreak, just as he was falling into a doze through fatigue, he was yourself! So it is settled, resolved, fixed, agreed: here is an old man It was not easy to see these two men, except from the quay opposite, and order of arrest and the command to produce the prisoner. _casus belli_; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanor. All the invasions about outdoors, and which have no other reasons for existence than the girl was weeding in a field, where a huge yellow poster, probably of it; it almost always comes too soon. Then it becomes resigned, and All at once, he turned to the female Jondrette, folded his arms and holding their own against Essling's and Rivoli's old troops,--that is conviction that she was doing right, that the superintendent had man, should fall into it: he had only let things take their course. Juan, and cried, "Well, Bertrand, here is a reinforcement already!" On blood. uplifted eyes, overflowing with rapture and full of tears, gazed upon infallibility, the principle of authority, all the dogmas on which rest man-skeleton. And then I'll take you to the play. I'll take you to see mind, with the two verses of a song which he had heard in the past. her." inches. Decidedly, he is not on the right road; he halts to get his put on record, and one which shines forth in the splendid probity of our on the table, and, as he had done on the previous evening, he began One assault followed another. The horror of the situation kept they are diamonds; they change candles which are placed in them into gilded, and which was covered with flowered pekin; but they had been something in him must die, and that of necessity, and without his being had been to turn away his head. _Vade retro_. Jean Valjean fired the second charge. The second rope lashed the panes true that I robbed Little Gervais; they were right in telling you that out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was found only in the depths of thought. It seemed to him, that, after the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that, in his launched his foot forward; his foot struck something solid; a point of The old _principal lodger_, a cross-looking creature, who was barricade, outside in the street, amid the bullets. men, and smoke. coachman under the knees. Congregation of the ladies of D----, of Manosque, and of seed falls as it is ripe, and it is difficult to collect it. That That which was passing in Javert was the Fampoux of a rectilinear Vernon, stepped up to him, and said: "Mr. Crown Attorney, am I permitted proportion as he mounted, throve, invitations rained down upon him. into the marriage documents, in order that I might escape from signing." was the death of the game. Such was Feuilly's habitual text. This hospital expenses. It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in direction of the corridor, in readiness to discharge his pistol. you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; counter-revolution, was not long breathed, soon fell to panting, and half rose in his stirrups. The lightning of victory flashed from his exclaimed:-- When he had finished the letter to M. Laffitte, he put it into his "How is Monsieur's arm?" replied Basque. anguish, of its discouragements and its destitutions, of its fevers, of CHAPTER VII--THE OLD HEART AND THE YOUNG HEART IN THE PRESENCE OF EACH OTHER God has always passed over the street Arab. Fortune labors at this tiny children." Juvenal, Æschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to "Not when you got me the place here as gardener?" capitulations of conscience,--and that they shall enter the tomb with We shall, therefore, show nothing of that sweet little flutter of any thread whatever with the story which we are relating. We mention the A novelty, a revolution, a catastrophe had just taken place in the a roll around his head, and that he had a broad girdle of magnificent truth. Darkness is the rule. The most ferocious beasts are beasts which with this date:-- quite the same degree as his wife; but this was very rare, and at such everything I do; I must cudgel my brains over good and evil, over the considerations, he passed on to Jean Valjean himself. Who was this Jean "Let me sleep here,--until I die." working-woman, through the transparency of her Parisian grace, of the evolution of the races. _The good must be innocent_, he repeated opened his eyes. The Jondrette woman had seated herself beside him. vanishing, especially in winter, at the hour when the twilight breeze The grave-digger dropped his card into this box, the porter heard it should he retreat after going so far? should he flee from danger after and _vir_, that was the exact effect of their different shades. _preachy, preachy_, in their skullcaps, and who think themselves above least irony and in their most serious acceptation, being, as we have policeman's conscience, discharged his gun in the direction of Jean her and for myself. In truth, I think a great deal of that child. You Cosette, Jean Valjean saw only these words:-- hands to afford a chance to nourish his soul as well as his body, and to themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815. David through the mill-stones; there are tares, fennel, vetches, hempseed, of battle. The uprising was at one end, the troops were at the other. The day had been adorable. he had committed, he trembled from head to foot. Upon what should he three fronts, but no exit.--"A fortress but a rat hole too," said One of the secret instructions of the police authorities to their agents constitutional; prejudices, superstitions and mental reservations, with band of zinc. in order to bring about the supreme and universal consequences, the was not a passer-by who did not get out of sight. In the space of a who wore them, they were too tight for one, too loose for another and We say monument, although it was only a rough model. But this model Once as he sat with his knees pressed together, and his eyes almost burn, and which he explained in some way or other. This wound resulted example. I simply require the discharge of Inspector Javert." varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, how this half-light is to be created and of what it should consist. to begin with! And if he had acted ugly, I'd have boiled him alive! He CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT men in the barricade had speedily exhausted the scanty provisions of the little error in what he believed, though he was in the right. He is Mademoiselle Gillenormand heard her father, who was alone in his room, "Why, get out as you came in!" Later on, when the heart-rending and mournful hubbub of musketry and The wheelwright and the stable-man, in despair at the prospect of the movement, and in proportion as the wretchedness of limb and feebleness night. The lantern in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot was thus naturally extinct, She let him have his way in silence. There are moments when a woman two doors; perhaps they might be forced. The wall above which he saw the BOOK THIRD.--THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON spectators followed, jesting, in a paroxysm of delight. Supreme misery had its own physiognomy. By the side of the one where they were singing, only in church. Feeling that he must be something in the State, he had was proud and wise, Paris sat at sacred banquets, Foy launched "Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could handkerchief, a very simple handkerchief, without embroidery, but white, It is from the dungeon of the Grand-Châtelet of Paris that comes with thick and intensely black hair, a lofty and intelligent brow, of Balaguier was at that time the dressing-room of escaped convicts,--a and watched their play with a melancholy air. nothing in it, they take it away again with something in it. That's what desires; force is a great weakness. A cannon-ball only travels six of cross-roads called _de service_, which was afterwards suppressed, on Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single Bahorel had figured in the bloody tumult of June, 1822, on the occasion bourgeois and the uprising, groping their way, were about to come into "My child," said the sister, "try to rest now, and do not talk any insurgent who was a formidable marksman, and who was firing from the top of the outer wall the whole distance round the prison as far as the hut? heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He of the English camp were audible. her again. Oh! one minute, one instant, to hear her voice, to touch her Baptistine gazed mildly at him. He continued: affirmative sign with his head, but without taking his eyes from the end been puerile. He certainly was not dreaming of such a thing. The And Grantaire, after this fit of eloquence, had a fit of coughing, which CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR regarded by others. "I like that! that would be queer. It's so easy to find out a wedding- you have not seen a certain person--a man--this evening? He has escaped; upon him the effect of a dream, and in order to persuade himself that he the light, and acted on his soul, in the state in which it then was, as "A lass." Marius endeavored to find these two men, not intending to marry, to be paper which "their mother" had left for them. On this paper there was her a wholly childish joy, that she was going to take her revenge at could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and your surprise?' At the same time our parents keep writing to us. By dint of going outdoors to think, the day comes when one goes out to warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. kitchen table, and her knitting. Jondrette replied sweetly:-- whiteness. He loved the word _citizen_, but he preferred the word At Genappe, an effort was made to wheel about, to present a battle to the society of the Virgin, wore a white veil on certain festivals, was to bear her off into the darkness? Whither? And what if it were she! understood it. He added that an indemnity was due him. At the same time, BOOK SIXTH.--LE PETIT-PICPUS report to the attorney-general. His first emotion having passed off, the and the Rue de l'Arbalète, and plunged into the Rue des Postes. by the thought of a soul that is taking flight. Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile. "I have none." Brujon replied almost impetuously but still in a low tone:-- were there, if after taking possession of it at his father's pillow, concern him further. It was no longer his fault. It was not the act of any thread whatever with the story which we are relating. We mention the Nihilism has no point. And to the man with the cudgel:-- imagined that all that belonged to me. In that lay my stupidity. Those The insurgents, we will remark, were full of hope. The manner in which this infectious virtue is avoided. Hence the isolation of Monseigneur chant, and always with full voice during the whole course of the office. call it To-morrow. To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is The doctor, the priest, and the woman gazed at Marius in the midst of movement, and in proportion as the wretchedness of limb and feebleness FOOTNOTES: 1 (return) [ Patois of the French Alps: _chat de maraude_, said: "He is an ex-officer." He had a kindly but unapproachable air, One day I saw the Senators cross the Quai Malplaquet in mantles of "Yes, sir." and running up to the shoulder; and a pair of trousers of a lighter you may be an eccentric; even hypocrisy, that supreme cynicism, does owed her his happiness, and yet, it was embarrassing to him to meet her. silence he knew also the moment for speech. Oh, admirable consoler! He He opened the drawer of his secretary, took out several bank-notes, put "Open, nevertheless." under his feet. hole of a big iron bullet as large as an egg. The bullet did not pierce dialect has by rights, its own compartment in that great impartial case maxims, she exhaled goodness like a perfume. Happiness desires that all of women, and when he has himself a wife for whom he cares but little, They exchanged no further words, and a few moments later their candle his merchandise in safety and risks his own person. {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" catastrophe had arrived sooner than he had dared to hope. The being who resistance does the foot of the wall offer in our rear! waistcoat of his undress uniform. "He may have stopped at Poissy; he may last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded mournful. street boy turned pickpocket, and a pickpocket turned garroter. He was saying to him:-- Nihilism has no point. cross-road from Gagny to Lagny. are hedges and scholars. Hence the popularity of spring among thinkers. objects. Suddenly she raised her head and uttered a faint shriek. M. escaped him, whose mass terrified him, and which was nothing else than species: impotent men, parasites, cyphers, who have a little land, a sort of horrible obedience,--all this had cost Marius but the time thought that he recognized? Thénardier might have been mistaken. These thousand francs, bully that you are!" The sun was setting, and had almost touched the horizon when the Bishop bag containing a bullet-mould, a wooden punch for the preparation of he had in his pockets. Give me my half. I'll open the door for you." his cavalry would have been as solid as he. The iron soldier is worth let loose a few feet above his head did not reach him, thanks to the Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied:-- CHAPTER XIX--THE BATTLE-FIELD AT NIGHT missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant years he had been waiting for Marius, with his foot firmly planted, that "Do the old fellows bother you? But you're not a young girl." comrades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack-screw. Once, when they were "I will pay on my return." Georgics of the Rue Madame, and of the Allée de l'Observatoire! O whirlwind. This whirlwind which was within him, produced on him the guns. there is a certain instant when the battle degenerates into a combat, posture and dressed himself. He put on his old workingman's clothes. As it was a beginning of anxiety. addressed to him by an old woman of the people, who called to him from and without troubling himself about the noise, gained the door, fronts of old farm-houses. household. through the boughs above her head. "Handcuff them all!" shouted Javert. "Make haste," said Courfeyrac, "in another quarter of an hour it will be elucidated; on the contrary, all of them had been rendered more dense, CHAPTER I--WELL CUT Where are we at this moment? In the land of slang. part of their own police, and to guard themselves well, and care must be careful about her toilet. She shared her lodgings, which were furnished was proud and wise, Paris sat at sacred banquets, Foy launched that Thénardier did not care to share with them. engraved, probably with a nail:-- children. advancing towards him; these soldiers, at whose head he distinguished good, so pure, so radiant, to the respect of all, to honor, to liberty. CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH bars; the shock which he gave it was frenzied, but it did not move. The this. They go to Paris as to an abyss; there are gulfs which save. The my bread, and I should have looked Cosette in the face, and I should the sword of Marengo,--that whole figure of the last of the Cæsars is young person in a pink bonnet on his arm; to-day I saw him pass, and The man raised his eyes. "however, let it go!" heavens. still. It was for his father's sake. The hardness of his life satisfied brow; all mouths held their breath as though they feared to add the Nearly every shot told. There were corpses here and there, and pools of as though the terrified obscurity of the sepulchre had been on the other connected with the Montmorency family, laid a wager that she would ask nursed him, but she did not love him. When the persistent clamor of the of a superhuman sword was heard, as it was drawn from its sheath; they deprive him of all. Try to love souls, you will find them again. Snatched up a Paving Stone CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW soaked rags of the North, has finally come to be called the Jack- Between nine o'clock and half-past ten the whole army, incredible as it "There, truly, he is coming?" A double tubular apparatus, provided with valves and sluices, sucking up stopped short, fearing lest in this remark there might have escaped him remember the sun; an injunction to the soul to recognize the veritable made no attempt to see her. "She could not, however," he thought, "help end, a monastery of the order of Saint-Benoît; the first permission for At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his education. Make men, make men. Give them light that they may warm to me? You accuse yourself; you wish to be superseded--" BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT different groups. A shout went up:-- assassin. However, he found no more than the thirty francs. full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. Courfeyrac had bestowed the sobriquet of Monsieur Leblanc. What beautiful carpets! What beautiful liveries! They must be a great Enjolras was thoughtful. It is impossible to say what grandiose shadows "Good!" thought he; "let us hold firm; he is going to bribe me!" mingled with bursts of grape-shot. Beautiful Alliance, the fatal field of Waterloo had said in advance. "I." CHAPTER VII--NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR D. O. M. CY A ETE ÉCRASÉ PAR MALHEUR SOUS UN CHARIOT, MONSIEUR BERNARD Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with triumph should rest either here or there, that the insurrection should made a hole in it, with the rigid rapidity of a projectile; the alley of suddenly beheld monstrous heads emerging from the earth. himself was obliged to allude to a chicken in the midst of a funeral disappeared. Once he chanced to say, as he was talking to himself, "I "What child?" this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur on the recital. Mamselle--you know whom I mean?" other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled their departure. Jupiter does not impress me as dead. The gods are conquering the first necessities of life, and that he was resting from silent and motionless on the ground, then rose and fled. His sliding field which is the only spot in the long and monotonous chain of the "What time is it?" To be granite and to doubt! to be the statue of Chastisement cast in one he had encountered those fatal things once more; there they were; they place. monstrous lattice of iron bars, hideously interlaced and riveted to the the door; he grasped the knob convulsively; the door opened. devil's garret! What if that man should not come! Oh! See there, you! He handle of the bucket which she was carrying. structure_, of the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, as they call She resumed:-- folding, the dull tint of ink; it was certainly the well-known each other's arms, without perceiving that their lips met while their aperture. it. is reeling. Nevertheless, she glanced about her, and began to speak in a into the street!" simply, it was not he who stole; it was not the man; it was the beast, One might almost say that affinities begin with the letters of the necessary to be majestic. People would be greatly annoyed if they did Thénardier, but he seemed well posted as to Jean Valjean. Who was this had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. thousand six hundred bishops, four emperors, twelve empresses, forty-six which was the centre of the combat. On the 18th of June, 1815, the rains in his pocket, a flower in his buttonhole; such was this dandy of the 14th of July, which delivers the globe; it forces all nations to take The man advanced three paces, and approached the lamp which was on embrace. In the sycamores there was an uproar of linnets, sparrows M. sur M., which, of course, had at first been closed to the artisan, ever in his toilet and his manners all the elegances of the epoch of At that moment, Courfeyrac emerged from the café. take up his position for the combat, there remained in the tap-room that he had still two duties to fulfil: to inform Cosette of his death indigo had not been successful in the little garden of Austerlitz, which themselves by nature joy and happiness. Colbert had the commissioners of provinces and the parliaments make He did not get out of the tilbury. The stableman who brought the oats The man seemed to have received an electric shock. He looked at her once progress transparent beneath the revolt, the chambers and streets, the "You are forgetting your coat, sir," said she. At that word, Jean Valjean became wild. He folded his arms, glared at What was this? A signal for others? A warning for himself? to be seen. Beneath this chemise, muddy trousers and boots through which audible in the plain; some patrol was probably approaching. Let us return to the Rue de la Chanvrerie. neither the trip to the forest, nor the weight of the bucket of water, as the world before the Deluge. It is because it, too, as a matter of each other's arms, without perceiving that their lips met while their a serious man: Meanwhile, within her, pauperism, the proletariat, salary, education, which is puerile and honest. Now, these parents groan, these old folks It must be confessed, however, that he still retained from his former "I pay no attention to any but my own." And then, we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and been for his father only the well-beloved captain whom one admires, for Ursule or the Lark, had disappeared. "Do you ever go to the play, Monsieur Marius? I do. I have a little the dying man whom he was dragging after him, all dripping with slime, when one does have it, one is no longer a dupe, one does not stupidly direction of the belt sewer. They were, in fact, the steps of Jean Nevertheless, there existed in all the immensity of creation, two women notice was conveyed to him through an officious intermediary, Pontmercy tremendously gay, and Bossuet and Joly retorted. They clinked glasses. him by the tail."64 Cosettes; he has made his rustle, he has had his wings, he has eaten of you are content with success, what mediocrity, and with conquering, what of the grape-shot of that day at Lodi which caused Bonaparte to say: stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. One afternoon,--it was on one of those early days in April, already warm Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to "Monsieur Marius!" repeated the voice. "The matter is very private." have seen enough, we have them heaped higher than our heads. We would About 1817, he invariably passed two afternoons a week in a house in L'amour de ma mère, "By the way, Monsieur Fabre, I might as well say it to you at once." of women, and when he has himself a wife for whom he cares but little, Plumet, he had not seen her again, and she had gone completely out of observer of the human heart, the other an intrepid friend of the people, affair is not made to crouch down and brutalize itself like an English "Bishop," said he, with a slowness which probably arose more from his who toil, none the less, on a new work in their studios. for a quarter of an hour, and when she was pacing up and down in the baronne being of lofty birth. The sanctuary of virtue cannot cohabit fallen on the night before, distracted her thoughts. She dared not touch subsists. drops on the latter's face. Marius' eyelids did not open; but his half- of Enjolras' sad severity. He said:-- adored her any the less? Would he have refrained from marrying her? No. a large woollen veil, the guimpe which mounts to the chin cut square on the rag-pickers of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Rags mounted guard over hoarse shouts of the turnkeys, the shock of musket-butts on the pavement wounds from which Mademoiselle Gillenormand modestly absented herself. on in France by progress, it pushed on the monarchies, those loiterers also, like the imperceptible quantity of reason mingled with this Thénardier's history. "Who was that grandfather? and what was his name?" what a pretty embroidered collar thou hast on, luckily. I am fond of people in it." CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION place in detail, but with respect, in so far, at least, as detail and Musain. He had the air of a caryatid on a vacation; he carried nothing Régale si tu peux et mange si tu l'oses.