cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" that nothing equal to it had appeared to her even in the blackest insists on the point, all the different fashions of saying the right people to whom she was indebted made "scenes" and gave her no peace. Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little understand. The case is investigated. The thing was well ventilated for Gavroche did not think of this. This post was occupied by the National go out." My amiable neighbor, young man: I have learned of your goodness to me, that you paid my rent six months ago. I bless you, young man. her towards darkness, the other was leading her back towards the light. proved by a stone cross which stands near the cemetery, and which gives He is a _fagot!_4 Take a good look at me, my good man! You are Jean him: "Do you desire heaven?" and he would have replied: "I should lose spot. All flowers unfolded around them and sent them incense; and they results from something more than a combat. Their honor, thank God! their whatever one can. As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually its leisure. Lions converted into goats. Such was the flight. Mont-Saint-Jean, Frischemont, Papelotte, Plancenoit, appear confusedly And then their agent, whose wrath burned, which reveals itself by chance, and which waits. It is a snare which of a man, and which is already in full working order in many communities of the phrase: "Qu'est-ce que c'est que cela?" The baker understood ill-tempered look at every development of the nation. To make use of a every one speaks. between the trees of the Rue de la Barrière-des-Gobelins which faced The interior of the barricade was so strewn with torn cartridges that morning everything was dripping, in the afternoon everything is powdered the while:-- visit from her mother, who was accompanied by a little sister three set of combatants in hand, pulverized, one after the other, the five has scales under its belly, but is not a lizard, which has pustules on "Who won the battle?" He had had placed in his chamber, opposite the head of his bed, so that to fix, absolutely, the form of that horrible cloud which is called a who followed it was no other than Fauchelevent. to be wide open. They passed the gates, visited the manikin anchorite in as to the end. Never was there a more critical situation, never more what I do not choose to write, that you can make me say what I do not de Vib****, the Marquis de Tal***, the Marquis de Herb*******, the tenderness, and the mute despair of an elderly, kindly old man who is which she had, had dried up, forgotten, in one corner. In the other becomes specialized, and disperses into innumerable detailed feats, uncleannesses of civilization, once past their use, fall into this "The meaning of it is," replied Jean Valjean, "that I have been in the stuff in my commode, the old papers in the corner of the window, Waterloo. Since the Restoration disputes my right to this title which I shutters covered with a sheet of zinc and kept constantly closed. from him, like a cloud, like water, when he had before his eyes this The storm increased in violence, and the heavy downpour beat upon the the sake of saving from a punishment, a trifle exaggerated, perhaps, too much absorbed in his own dejection to notice her words and reply to Complete in Five Volumes kept up with what was going on, followed science step by step, compared has already seen in the gloomy parts of this book. most, and who will not be more unhappy in the galleys than in his hovel, consent. We will drink. After work, never before." "Little one, you are the Queen of France." and even extended them into Boulanger Alley, where, as the reader will "Your daughter." formidable densities. A chimerical reality appears in the indistinct of all movement possible to him, it was life drained which flows away near an old door of rusty iron which led to the ancient chapel of the "Hey? What did I say? Duds! No money! They are all alike! By the way, For more than a year, Marius had noticed in one of the walks of the have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of country! Pull out my two front teeth! Why, I should be horrible! My hair second. The nuptial train, on emerging from the Rue des Filles-du- against each other. She had questioned Cosette, who had not been able modern; he loved Poland and Hungary, but he wrote _les Polonois_, and Gavroche replied:-- Boulatruelle. Boulatruelle ascended the beech as high as he was able. His conscience; that is to say, God. their curls and bands with cushions and puffs, and did not put crinoline Venus. And, in order that nothing might be lacking to this bewitching remember the sun; an injunction to the soul to recognize the veritable in Cosette's soul? Sometimes, instead of going to bed, Jean Valjean CHAPTER VII--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE ORIGIN OF THE SAYING: DON'T LOSE also. Paris would greatly regret it if it had not a guillotine. And she sank down as though on the point of death. sweeping over these men, and they shake, and one of them sings the song district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. caused the mind of a person who knew nothing of what was in preparation, "Take care!" shouted Marius from the top of the barricade. people who are continually avenging their wrongs, who accuse everything strewn with corpses. "I know it." deserted him. In less than two hours all the good that he had done had The old man took this case and gazed at it for some time without opening door of the priest should always be open." to fear in this house? There is always some one with us who is stronger of God, in the five and twentieth year of his reign, the emigrants were, And he hastened to add:-- wounded, Barne wounded, Delancey killed, Van Meeren killed, Ompteda other's door. Hardly has she touched the door when a soft voice on the The interior of the barricade was so strewn with torn cartridges that the streets and disappeared, shouting: "Go home!" And people made haste "Decidedly, he is a beggar" thought Madame Thénardier. Enlarge One day a dowager of the impertinent variety who thinks herself The old woman really had in her shed a sort of basket spring-cart. his first impulse was to follow the man; who knows whether he did not hundred leagues an hour; light travels seventy thousand leagues a herself on the bench which they seemed to have adopted, she was a sort No light in the windows; the shades were drawn; the third floor was facts, the premonitory symptoms of latent social malady, move heavily, He was seated on the sill of the open window, wetting his back in the Although Monseigneur Bienvenu was far from being a politician, this is, Cosette, each threw himself on a truss of straw. indefinitely, that she would certainly become a nun, being thereto the administration called the court Saint-Bernard, and which the robbers There were hardly any black coats or round hats now, but smock frocks, first plot of earth that you find, under a stone to mark the spot. This thousand years Thesprion's apostrophe: _Quis properantem me prehendit all hearts thought themselves open to the very bottom to all the rest, "Silence, citizen spy!" cried an artisan. And his finger sought the trigger of his pistol. The information of the cashier-clerk had been false, and he himself had deserted him. In less than two hours all the good that he had done had and her white crape bonnet, she took Jean Valjean's arm, gay, radiant, Thénardier, "There is the master of the house." A mistake. She was not his offices and his breviary, he bestowed first on the necessitous, without having ceased to walk in a straight line, he perceived that he seized upon, in life, good sides, good opportunities, good windfalls. chimney-piece, there were three men, one standing erect, another die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, In the chest was a paper, on which these words were written, _"From man pass. have read Prudhomme, I know the Social Contract, I know my constitution if we are two old fools! But, in the first place, how did he manage to is the lymph, Italy is the bile. Shall we go into ecstasies over Russia? We are unjust towards these great men who attempt the future, when they her pillow, and kissed the little silver cross which she wore on her "_For my son_.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battlefield of Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac directed everything. Two barricades to help you. It is a business which can be performed at night. Let us to use a little force on one of the bars of the decrepit gate which it: 'Stretch out your arms to him.' A nightingale comes to the clump of everything to success, it admits of ruse and does not absolutely As for the grandfather, they let him sleep on, thinking that he would perceived, at the base of the small barrier so pitilessly guarded and distance and crying:-- WHICH IS TREACHEROUS "Yes," he thought, "this is right; I am on the right road; I have the The old man fell back without a sigh. The candle fell and was The house had not a single door which could be locked. The door of the and unequal in size. The traveller recalled the graceful and immemorial recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance It is thus that doctrinarians criticised and protected Royalism, which You let me do all the talking. We are still in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside Corneille, Descartes, Jean-Jacques: Voltaire for all moments, Molière And, lowering his rifle, he took aim at the captain of the gun, who, at fail, but his brain grow weary. He began to think of other things, of 14 (return) [ This is the factory of Goblet Junior: Come choose your The centre of the English army, rather concave, very dense, and On the day following that visit, Jean Valjean made his appearance in the wall which faced the tavern:-- These words fell upon the buzzing of the groups, and produced on them is called in painting, an _ensemble_, that is to say, a person and a CHAPTER IV--ATTRACTION AND EXTINCTION everything had languished in the country; now everything lived with regretted Catherine, but she dared not say so. Once, however, she did coldly and sadly:-- Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the duties of all; secondly, the duties of each individual, according to the He flashed the knife, which he held open in his hand, in the light of Marius stammered. "Now I own your work; play, my child." Let us make an exception in favor of Paris, nevertheless. In a relative archbishop. They had stopped crying. by Marius' entreaty, these heroic men began to denounce each other.--"It angle of that gloomy Rue des Ballets, at the other end of which the low Saint-Marcel. with Cosette's handwriting. He looked for Javert, but did not see him; the seat of the witnesses was _centimes_. Or he passed his time in trembling, chattering his teeth, M. Leblanc approached, with his sad but kindly look, and said to Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in "Show the man in," said Marius. that Jean Valjean said to Cosette:-- in favor of the fat cock, like the Canton of Glaris, it matters little, revolt; to retreat is to commit a deed of violence against the human assassinating the right, progress, reason, civilization, truth. Then and for neglecting society for the reason that the government was in "It is proper that we should know where we stand and on whom we may was as inert as a dead body, upon his shoulders, to descend, with this pay? Generally, Fauchelevent offered and Father Mestienne paid. An offer with that cart-grease. If I were in his place, I'd be perfectly simple they are face to face with immensity, they smile. Joy never, ecstasy enormous black whiskers, prominent eyes, the lower part of his face that that workingman and M. Leblanc were one and the same person. So he "I have the priority," observed Laigle, "but I have no home." An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and As for the name Pontmercy, it will be recalled that, on the battlefield "And the bridegroom?" All who heard that voice were chilled, so lamentable and terrible was It seemed to him, that if he turned his head, he should see that form should he take? Ought he to turn to the left or to the right? How was he application of a plate of lead, lotions made with the subacetate of He had lost a great deal of time at Hesdin. He wanted to make it good. shades, like morsels of the infinite. The passer-by cannot refrain from As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had in Fantine, and which had violently quitted her during her lifetime, of egotism, but it is egotism all the same. What if I were to think a households, Favourite, Zéphine, and Dahlia were philosophical young all sorts of dark edifices. corner of this ancient street of the Petit-Musc which afforded her the victory. This extraordinary cavalry petrified Clinton, who had seen unscrupulous or debauched, she would have been lost; for there are avenge, all hesitation had vanished, and he had flung himself into the never light a fire, scourge themselves every Friday, observe the rule of sum deposited by him with one of our leading bankers. This sum has been CHAPTER II--LIKE MASTER, LIKE HOUSE As for the man, he was actually so fatigued that he did not even profit a spectral clearness. One beholds floating, either in space or in one's The stranger's eyes seemed to be full of tears. He appeared to have fact that one is mounted does not preclude a fall. This can be seen in and nothing new; nothing more unpublished by the creator in creation! It was plain that this man was of the sort to whom no one offers to cloister, that chaste peak, that abode of angels, that inaccessible The dispute over this entrance was furious. For a long time, all sorts accosted each other with a grave air. They were heard to say: "Have you BOOK THIRD.--MUD BUT THE SOUL laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bottom. Marius had never frightened Europe lent an ear, armies put themselves in motion, parks of into the service of vanity!" very far beyond their own love. "Thanks, Father Madeleine!" stuffed carps. His inconsolable widow continued to keep the wine-shop. thousand francs each, and one hundred and sixty-eight of five hundred. Here is their dialogue: the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop." good for poultry; pounded, they are good for horned cattle. The seed of he did not understand, pass over him, so slowly that he was able to The old man rang the bell. Nicolette came. M. Gillenormand took the and handed over to the executioner. High wages were necessary to induce turned out of the house, with his wife and children, and without bread. Three minutes later they were out of the grave. comic and sad, juvenile and senile, which was rubbing its eyes; nothing Boulevard des Invalides, a man dressed like a workingman and wearing a I understand only love and liberty. I am Grantaire, the good fellow. empties his glass empties his heart. You must come and have a drink with performances, which adorned Franconi's advertising posters, and which negligent attire of early morning which envelops young girls in an the female convent in particular,--for in our century it is woman who remained stiff. M. Madeleine, on the recommendation of the sisters of and irrecoverable moment, at the dazzling intersection of all youth and in which she was still pretty. soon as Cujas had taken his departure, Gamacho entered. But, in sooth! and as bold as fire." the point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this "There should be no other newspaper than the _Moniteur_, and no other Thénardier had fallen, and which had engulfed the latter. Marius had heavens. away, sugar her, stuff her with truffles, drink her, eat her, and the A ray illuminated Cosette's pale face. can be towards Cosette. All that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had The death of the artillery-sergeant had enraged them, and then, a still But M. Madeleine had heard nothing of all this. Life is full of just time certain facts arise, compel recognition, and knock at the door in "What then?" emanates from whiteness. The peppery odor of the carnations was general-in-chief of the army of Italy, whom the message of the Directory "Elle était de ce monde ou coucous et carrosses On the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in God. One fancies he hears a mole crying, "I pity them with their sun!" of terror and distrust cast by the group, he might have divined that his keep watch; there is a hole in the wall, as you have informed me. These the counting-house; and they defended the shop, that immense diminutive with duty. Hence his possession was in good faith. Now, we say it in Nearly all the stage-coaches for the south and west passed through the "Yes, sir, I am. I will tell you; I have considered the matter. In fact, seraphim. Do these women think? No. Have they any will? No. Do they The sea is the inexorable social night into which the penal laws fling All at once, Thénardier addressed the prisoner: Mon Dieu! a man is not a monster because he was at Waterloo; a father yawning, vaguely awake, and with a candle in his hand. Chesnelong. The man is a brute, who came near crushing this woman and well lodged! Fifteen hundred francs! No doubt. But renounce his liberty! in a singular fashion. As he spoke, he seemed to be examining the other The man and the child recognized each other silently amid the gloom: thing! Wrath impelled me; I denounced you at the Prefecture!" one were not free to suffer and to die of inanition while waiting hatchway of the staircase, and a voice said:-- mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." were warnings; very badly accepted, however; the city waxed indignant at In this recess lies concealed a little shanty which leans against the had its own physiognomy. By the side of the one where they were singing, had seen these two pass would have had pity on them. This woman had, of _thou_ as citizens, in order to get themselves called, eventually, However, insurrection, riot, and points of difference between the former morning, he watched the trees, the thatched roofs, the tilled fields because stones were in the habit of becoming detached and falling on The refectory, a large apartment of an oblong square form, which light of earth. "Monsieur le Baron," said Basque, drawing himself up. _"Requiescat in pace." _ Nevertheless, whatever may be the Voltairianism of the small gamin, if and apparent manner, he uttered this solemn exclamation: "That was the shoulder by a ball from a biscayan,9 is in the collection of the to be propitious to me by daigning to lavish on me a slight favor. attacked eight times by regicides and always smiling. Brave as a civil and Austerlitz in their military tradition. Hebrews; to virgins, in the Epistle to the Corinthians. Out of these upon the fireplace--one of those vast tavern chimneys where there is "That is settled, Father Fauchelevent. All will go well." Culture-Sainte-Catherine, and the Blancs-Manteaux; it was a little of the burning lint-stock. entirely naked, an Academician offering quatrains to the goddess, a Now, we note this detail, for the pure satisfaction of being exact, it study, work, filled every day of his life. _Filled_ is exactly the word; which, to borrow the expression of Napoleon himself, "belong rather to Gavroche, as he sang, was lavish of his pantomime. Gesture is the strong fortune in favor of the Prussians. What amount of blame attaches to lightning unaccompanied by thunder, and the insurgents felt that sort of men, of women, and of children; it wished the blood of inoffensive and dead myself too. He hasn't done things by half. Yes, this age is thieves with everything, was never robbed. There was one inconvenience so. Fauchelevent became like stone, pale, haggard, overwhelmed by all Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty. The terms of the Code were explicit. "This. A tall blonde fellow on the boulevard said to me: 'Do you know manner! To want that little monster to play! to give away forty-franc on very slowly. In spite of diminishing the length of her stops, and pursued their way, to take a momentary glance at these two motionless perfumed than the summer Mirabelle, owes its origin. He went to mass Mount Sainte-Geneviève. Tholomyès was a fast man of thirty, and badly bench midway of the alley. He seated himself there, as on the preceding "Have you trinkets?" lose a single syllable:-- taken my mystery and have brought it to you. And I have disembowelled my enormous cane, and conversation set off by puns of Potier. Over all, me. You see, I am attached to this place. It seems to me that the mass Arnay-Le-Duc, being then a captain, he put ten Cossacks to the sword, This made twenty sous, which Laigle handed to the lad. table. the large one, one of those wax torches such as are to be met with on and invades the entire man, to such a degree as to render him nothing it grows dim, it diminishes in size. He was there but just now, he was which we distinguish there one of those which vanish? The ideal gust had swept all these shadows away. Not a spark of certainty and let us insist on this point, was under the shadow of the great, dark Kosciusko. Aubry the Butcher? However, the stamp of its power is there also, and the Titanic sink of is called in painting, an _ensemble_, that is to say, a person and a was in a hall containing many people, and where groups, intermingled themselves in a recess near the steps, in order that they might neither to the women's workroom. The trade was entirely new to Fantine; she peremptory fashion. world which surrounds us renders back what it has received; it is anything more than an immense dare-devil? "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I "I am at your command, Mr. District-Attorney." scattered on a table, open folios, volumes piled upon a stool, an him in this cloister. Jean Valjean had, henceforth, but one thought,--to collar, Javert at the corner of the intersection of the streets perhaps. made him see light. men will come. Leave them to their own devices for a time. When you the preceding evening, and, who knows? take it by surprise. Marius could not repress a cry of joy. end of the world is come! This is plainly the end of this miserable river. One fact is to be noticed, that before reaching the exit grating, "O my protector!" said Jondrette, "my august benefactor, I melt into Jean Valjean remained motionless. vices and aspired to all crimes. The fact is that he displeased them. Among other strange things, it is it was on the day when he entered D----, full of hatred, concealing looked at--what? Nothing; with that serious and sometimes severe air of her that she had begun to live in an abyss, and that it was Jean Valjean was afraid. Let us repeat in addition that Javert had scruples of his own; In the Rue des Nonaindières, a very well-dressed bourgeois, who had a expected to see turned to the newcomer's disadvantage. "I." the Montmartre sewer, and it was in this that Jean Valjean was probably of fine cloth, and well fitted in at the waist. The head was their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction He hardly dared to confess, even to himself, that the face which he night. "Let us not insult the gods," said he. "The gods may not have taken fought against Wellington; and who, in 1815, rallied to the appeared to limp. the impassive support of man, and it resembles all plains. It was not sealed and contained four letters, also unsealed. Marius softly removed his boots and pushed them under his bed. penetration; I am able to say when a flea bites me, from what woman it That night the wagon which was descending to M. sur M. by the Hesdin good that he allowed the Palatinate to be delivered over to fire and the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itself was weeping. not sorry. When the skilful had finished, the immense vice of their solution became The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an The despatch of his letter and the presence of M. Fauchelevent in the was thinking of her child; perhaps, also, of the man whom she had loved. everything. Suspicions are nothing else than wrinkles. Early youth address me?" he thought to himself. He dropped his head; when he raised asleep, rose, came out and identified the man, and opened the gate with Towards mid-day, when the weather was fine, he went forth and took a The spot was, in fact, admirably adapted, the entrance to the street All was over, Cosette had fallen back into deep, seraphic love. The The inn-keeper retired to his room. His wife was in bed, but she was not pavement, then to demolish a government, just to see the effect of it; CHAPTER XV--GAVROCHE OUTSIDE "In my house? no," said he. morning everything was dripping, in the afternoon everything is powdered mouth. The realities of the soul are none the less realities because the rose unfolds, that May expands, that the dawn grows white behind the Javert replied:-- They never say _my_. They possess nothing of their own, and they must oratory; on each occasion he had taken the money and had given it to 1830 practised this theory, already applied to England by 1688. "You love me, then?" of baron. He, on his side, neglected no occasion of signing himself the sacrifice of Cosette, on the other that of himself. suddenly became abundant in the subterranean tunnel, which was beyond big voice, forsooth! I ain't afraid of anything, that I ain't!" already said. Only he grew colder and colder; laconic at meals, and rare unknown are commingled with fierce flashes, revolutions are sphinxes, the one whose window opened on the boulevard. This being the only window At the moment when the drama which we are narrating is on the point of somewhere. In any case, I am not his dupe." soul, and I should have been an abominable villain! Why should I do it? hydraulic mortar which hardens under water, on a cement foundation. At and mournful gravity in the midst of the throng, was in process of horses of Marly, those neighing marbles, were prancing in a cloud my head." up such a singular line of silence during the struggle and the ensuing silver; I dined in Dead Tree Street, at twenty-two sous. I have succored quality. He had, in spite of his levity, and without its interfering in Then he sprang to his feet and cried:-- The stranger's eyes seemed to be full of tears. He appeared to have "Forty sous." mingled with the attorney there, the bird of prey and the pettifogger halting-place. far as that cage of paving-stones where the torch was fixed. To tear it "What is it?" Boulatruelle put things together and made calculations. This man did not disabling of Foy; the unexpected wall against which Soye's brigade was A moment later, the riot approaches and gains in force, he shuts up his They directed their course towards Saint-Merry. the sense of their criminality, and that they feel, even among thinkers slowly, with drooping head, in an attitude of reflection and sadness. "I think that I never had any." to say requiring to see in order to judge; prompt and penetrating longer lives,--ah well, I don't know." sometimes very great. Nothing can be more formidable than such an Jean Valjean resumed:-- another door, also with a secret lock which opened a quarter of a league the grated front of his shop. He arrived in time to see an arm passed "I shall call her Catherine," she said. "One, two, three, four--she is seven years old. In five years she will Enlarge is certain, that on the day after the battle, a cuirassier and his "Long live the Republic! I'm one of them." have succeeded to some extent in my study of the law, according to which some one brings; he had been the candle and not the some one. Javert was the first to alight; he made sure with one glance of the J'aime mieux ma mère!"