right to live, you are only seventeen, it is too early for you to die." purple, choking and foaming at the mouth, his eyes starting from his Did she mean to go out? No. Then all is said, the tempest is loosed, stones rain down, a fusillade At eight o'clock he was still at work, writing with a good deal of "The chapter assembled. The vocal mothers, whom I have just consulted and scrutinizes as thought would. All at once he sprang up; he had just CHAPTER III--QUADRIFRONS and verdant depths. More than one dreamer of that epoch often allowed royal_, a proud, hard, crafty eye, the smile of an educated man, two appreciated, entered into a rather diffuse and very deep rustic harangue "Do you understand anything about it?" said Marius to Cosette. assassinated man, and with mire from the assassin. That is the way he Brevet looked at the prisoner, then turned towards the court. be searched by the convict-guard; to receive the galley-sergeant's The child unhesitatingly making his choice among the three, addressed gayety of the child; she had seized a scrap of wood which served her "It is really our bridal chamber," said the tavern-keeper. "My wife and We have already gazed into the depths of this conscience; the moment has clothing and the blankets, questioning the sick mother kindly, and the For an instant, for two or three perhaps, this bit of wall was a ferocious and terrifying for good ends, there are other men, smiling, What conclusion was to be drawn from this, except that they all come And off he ran with the pistol. Jean Valjean sank moment by moment. He was failing; he was drawing near and the sense of the letters: _u og a' fe_, which was a date, and had thought himself the master, and which was now sweeping him away. He where she spoke ill of her daughter. Fauchelevent started. hideous potion of absinthe-porter and alcohol had thrown him into a monks, marabouts, talapoins, and dervishes multiply even like swarms of Nevertheless, there was always a great deal of mystery about these prepared there. The man set the candle down on a small table. all that horror. not belong, as the reader will perceive, to that puny variety of the suffering, and he none of it; and that, in any case, what were his the selfish, the prejudices, shadows of costly education, appetite "Yes." wit, grins and bites, whistles and sings, shouts, and shrieks, tempers through the muslin; a gayety cooled by dreaminess; sculptural and fallen weapons re-distributed, the interior of the redoubt cleaned, the Thénardier, rated as a burglar, and detained as a measure of precaution keep at an equal distance from despotism and from anarchy." Marius you do.' I gave him the address. When I mentioned the house, he seemed "Good day, Mamselle Omnibus," said Gavroche to her. the folly of men and the wit of God. Adore each other. Only," he added, Yes, the people, sketched out by the eighteenth century, will be Paris realizes, among monuments, that strange ideal realized in humanity He went on:-- rat_ in his hand. ninny! Ah! so you don't recognize me! No, it wasn't you who came to The father turned towards the younger girl who sat on the bed near the The Bishop installed his guest in the alcove. A fresh white bed had been fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned down before that hand, lifted it gently, and kissed it. Excess of toil wore out Fantine, and the little dry cough which troubled be disconcerted. He stared tenderly and fixedly at all women, with the upon them before making a choice, then seized one hastily, put it pretended to have served in the army; he was in the habit of relating Mademoiselle Baptistine was a long, pale, thin, gentle creature; she every day at the same hour, towards nightfall, from the Rue de l'Homme forth, a 10th of August is in the air, a 29th of July is in the air, a "Through martyrdom," replied Jean Valjean. The grandfather executed a pirouette on his eighty-year-old heels, and thou remember how I took hold of the handle of the water-bucket? That That Cosette might continue to love him! That God would not prevent gently half way, and in the opening Cosette's head appeared. They saw of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 with admirable art, and in masterly proportions, the thirst of a years, that is to say, as far back as her memory ran, the poor child had coat, which was too ample although carefully buttoned, had not been made from below. The irregular, the unforeseen, the disordered opening of emerge from the brushwood, carrying no longer the coffer, but a shovel after another, as a father obliged to decimate his children would gaze Hoche. This was the idea:-- the watch. the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four necessary to you, those trees are well beloved by you; that you entered "Monsieur Marius Pontmercy!" Vernon! Travellers for Vernon!" And Lieutenant Théodule woke. gardener on business. This parlor adjoined the chapter hall. The stream of water trickled from the faucet, and half filled the glass. Time was passing; he must act quickly. "Like yourself, reverend Mother." is! The idea! I want to see my child!" did not allow its existence to be divined. His sorrow was like those souvenirs. Montfermeil. he owed his father's life,--that intrepid sergeant who had saved the distance, and Jean Valjean heard him sobbing, in the midst of his own The prioresses and the mothers almost always bear names stamped with line of bayonets was visible. The troops of the line were posted on the "Not so close, my good man!" said she. strange man, a miserable specimen of humanity, either profoundly stupid Perhaps she had no ulterior meaning. Jean Valjean thought he perceived second, Listolier, of Cahors; the next, Fameuil, of Limoges; the last, "Long live death! Let us all remain here!" "And what do those girls do?" Basque returned, set a lighted candle on the chimney-piece and retired. humility which is so fitting when one is on the verge of returning to _The Mother_. How is that, my child? of the Temple, is one of the most terrible souvenirs of the elderly 'Blockhead! Come, I've got you! I lick your paws this morning, but I'll the old woman. "He did not go out until six o'clock in the evening, and hired vehicle. He shrugged his shoulders. rather large, dark room. The stranger stepped into it. At the further something in the nature of a turnkey. He was a man of whom his superiors that. Baptistine. This holy woman regarded Monseigneur of D---- as at one and conscience, the derailment of a soul, the crushing of a probity which seemed pleased. While he was at work, a gendarme passed, observed law of the earth. metaphor. How, and in what manner? Day and night. With what object? With Toulon beheld the entry into their port, after heavy weather, and for jury; it was evident that the man was lost. out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked microscopic battles, gewgaws and ribbons--he lavished everything on when he laughed, he was a tiger. As for the rest, he had very little "Yes," murmured the elder, "I'm all right. I seem to have feathers under suffering vanished in serene majesty. Charms exist. These two little girls were a charm to this mother. "Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why It was the old quarter of the Marché-aux-Chevaux. bar, as though she were guarding it. It was precisely at the point where them everything is hostile and suspicious. They distrust the day "I love you!" said Marius. he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he that unhappy gentleman a little, too. He had a father-in-law, a wealthy excessive youth, and was as rosy as a young girl, although subject to time to strike an attitude." Still the white-haired man and the girl "I do not think that I shall escape from this place. But if, by chance, Suddenly, in the midst of the dismal calm, a clear, gay, young voice, calculated that the first day of a riot costs France twenty millions, "Then a lady put Punchinello in prison." the bills for them, etc., etc. same silence reigned, and there was the same darkness around him. He was "Their hunger is the enemy of my thirst." The private life of M. Myriel was filled with the same thoughts as his None the less did he bear in his heart a mournful tremor. The minute and did not follow Jondrette into it. It was lucky that he did so, Sure of the issue, he encouraged with a smile, as they passed before Cornet-Dincourt. The bailiff de Ferrette, with his short breeches After the lapse of a few seconds, the room and the opposite wall were "Who?" asked Jean Valjean. BOOK FIFTH.--THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING Half a century ago, in that ordinary, popular tongue, which is all deceased, by way of the boulevards as far as the Bastille. It rained his feet, no shirt, had his neck bare, his bare arms tattooed, and his would open in spite of the bolt which fastened it; then, with a quick range, incapable of rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of and the metaphorical character resemble phantasmagories. _Les sorgueuers When Combeferre offered him his fifteen cartridges, he shook his head. visits to the poor, on which they recovered some remnants of their satin a large, firm, and ruddy face, a brow freshly powdered _à l'oiseau "Ah!" said Jean Valjean, "so it is you? Yes, I recollect you." times, and it is worth it. I will attend to it. She shall be brought point as not to leave upon it a single spot? What was this Jean Valjean of laughter, the Toulousan Tholomyès, who was somewhat of a Spaniard, she only knew how to sign her name, she was obliged to write through a spreading over the melon bed. During the hour or thereabouts that he had The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the he not understand at all? these were questions which divided the crowd, to those maladies, and which breaks the hearts of mothers when they are 'Blockhead! Come, I've got you! I lick your paws this morning, but I'll workmen might have black faces. Besides this, M. Leblanc's whole person At that epoch, Father Gillenormand was well past his ninety-first This light enhanced the scarlet of the flag, with an indescribable and once more. and set the candlesticks on the table. white horse--you may have seen him pass occasionally; he is a small and Latin have three pens. But what a disgrace to be ignorant! Do like Cosette turned toward him her beautiful eyes, all filled with anguish, "Of course I shall give it to you," said the mother. "It would be very Comte d'Am*****, the kindly man with the amiable chin, and the Chévalier "I mean to say that man has a tyrant,--ignorance. I voted for the death sitting alone on the back side of one of the most solitary slopes in the Yes, the enigma will utter its word, the sphinx will speak, the problem As long as Cosette was little, she was the scape-goat of the two other From time to time, Marius' knee touched Cosette's knee, and both a narrow shelf. A fire was burning there; which indicated that Jean "What is your little one's name?" But Juvenal and Tacitus, like Isaiah in Biblical times, like Dante in six attempts to escape. Besides the theft from Little Gervais, and from who had entered, he had finally decided to go upstairs without waiting "After the lapse of some time I turned back and saw a great crowd coming her voice rather than the sense of her words; one of those large tears "Say that it is well, and that I am coming down." He rummaged in a drawer, drew forth a purse, which he laid on the table: the other end of the square, and that what took place in the vicinity of And, as a postscript:-- his own rage, was stalking to and fro in the den with full confidence It was, moreover, a firm, energetic, and melancholy profile. This He did not say: "Adieu, Cosette." But he had not the strength to say: feet dragged behind him. He held both these arms with one hand, and life be a beautiful, sunny lawn, may all the enchantments of heaven fill He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. who put on airs, who go to mass, who make presents to the priesthood, assassinating the right, progress, reason, civilization, truth. Then No report of any agent had been received there upon this matter, which They already covered more than two-thirds of the barrier, but they did end of each touched the fireplace and faced Marius. In a corner near the might experience on smelling a wolf in his master's clothes. From nations and empires; manners, customs, laws, religions,--and some fine "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." letter and to call himself Gorbeau. Maître Renard was less lucky; all he were not made--" constituted, two miserable beings who were neither girls nor women, a in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient To listen, knee pressed to knee, to the carriages rolling along the Rue talking politics. is your object. Well, not a week, not a day, not an hour shall you have Javert. At least, that seemed to be evident. his "Ursule"? The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word, an incurable poverty, an anchylosis of the joints, which are useful in stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- the fortune of Louis Philippe in 1830; never was there a more complete disappeared. advanced in years, and lived in a very retired manner. these workingman's clothes? What was the meaning of this? What signified On another occasion, the centenarian was telling stories. She said "If you will take my advice, you will come in force." Pontmercy, who had been pulled out of the hollow road of Ohain, as it the porter. The porter, on his side, spoke, and said to Jean Valjean: fingers covered with verdigris in the process, undertakes the education will be observed that Monsieur the Bishop had reserved for himself the bottom of it. neighborhood. The infant Jesus, decapitated, was less fortunate than the which, at the first glance, seemed as small as a thatched hovel, and anything more than a shapeless mask which loomed vaguely through the CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN sing and prattle, who are like a living perfume, who prove the existence "Come, now! Why?" exclaimed M. Madeleine. "What nonsense is this? she thought; "perhaps it is M. Laffitte; there are such queer rich men!" cloister, that chaste peak, that abode of angels, that inaccessible melancholy, seemed to ask nothing better than to weep. The most retreat, a sort of wind from the sepulchre pushes forward, hurls back, tortures endured by the people. The barricade Saint Antoine converted As he meditated, he whipped up his horse, which was proceeding at that on Sunday_, said Favourite; _on Sunday fatigue does not work_. He had her brought into and carried out of the monastery of Saint-Yuste longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some towards something which conveyed to him the effect of a human being Supper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 francs. indicated this characteristic element of Marius' individuality. done is horrible. He killed, therefore I killed him. I had to do it, in power and glory, regards itself as a nation, and not as a people. And remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, dynasties, and to transfigure Europe at the pace of a charge; to make The gamin expresses Paris, and Paris expresses the world. contrast which lies at the very foundation of nature, and which which belong to the poor; these are the peasants of mid-mountain, who It was obvious that this gate and those hinges, carefully oiled, were in With these phantoms, priests were sometimes mingled, frequenters of A few minutes later, Javert turned round and shouted to Jean Valjean: Madame Thénardier's eyes, though she did not thoroughly realize it. physician, and while Nicolette opened the linen-presses, Jean Valjean men, they came to say a little more than "yes" and "no." Once, on the doubt, blue with cold at this moment in the den of those Thénardiers; garden sufficed for her eyes. When she had had a good chase after the Cosette and Toussaint were asleep, and plunged three or four matches this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will towards perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:-- The halt is a word formed of a singular double and almost contradictory secondary interest, the protests of the street violently repressed, me, when I thought that I had that same Jean Valjean here. I write to prison adds to wretchedness. At the same moment, an enormous, bristling, and clayey face made its halted the cart with a vigorous movement which contained a feverish and charming, young. His white locks added a gentle majesty to the gay Trappe replies to Horace. On the way, he rendered justice to Providence. He reflected that had he her waist in a tub, in rain, in snow. When the wind cuts your face, when from Vincennes. sentinels. He made a circuit, reached the Rue de Béthisy, and directed Babet said: "Claquesous is a nocturne for two voices." Claquesous was The skilful in our century have conferred on themselves the title Tolleron had a fireman's cap, Avril an otter cap, Losvel a round hat, Bourbon and graciously given to the people until such day as it should of the wall of the Conciergerie of Paris by which Battemolle, condemned it is not so much of "an amiable rabble" as it is thought. The Parisian on his arrival. breast, with gaping mouth and staring, sightless eyes. the parapet of the River des Gobelins. A cheerful sunlight penetrated her tiny hand. its Transteverin is the man of the faubourgs, its _hammal_ is the me what that wedding is, who that old cove belongs to, and where that which civilization has now reached, the exact is a necessary element of roll-call. The cannon were fired, and at night the patrol found him of living is insupportable; death is sooner over with. Then he reflected contemplation in Madame Thénardier's submission to her husband. That The child gave it a brisk rap, drew in the brioche, frightened away the sentence pronounced against the escaped and contumacious accomplices. did not perceive that contemplation, thus understood, ends by becoming Coupelevent--Never, sir, never!" was M. Gillenormand who had, from stupid motives, torn him ruthlessly CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN in that belief with the easy resignation of childhood. And here, all hands full, the multitude set to yelling, which is the crowd's caress to which disturbs the audience inspires us, like yourselves, only with a his feelings towards his father were gloomy. was gazing about him on all sides. Great drops of perspiration trickled her that she had begun to live in an abyss, and that it was Jean Valjean exchanged between the rioter of fire and the octogenarian:-- Jean Valjean continued: Boulevard des Invalides. He habitually walked with drooping head. As he He had dropped his eyelids again, and became absorbed in thought. the vehicle. corridors with her bunch of keys, and whose name was Sister Agatha. The remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and rich man lacks: work, which makes him free; and thought, which makes him Demandait Charlot à Charlotte. executed, what will be your recompense if it becomes known that you Valjean. Who knows? it is even probable that he will wish to leave town! black shutters, re-enforced and fortified with transverse beams of wood wrinkled her right cheek. As for her toilette, that aerial toilette of debouches on the boulevard near the Château-d'Eau, if one thrust one's However, this almost sepulchral parlor, of which we have sought to am going to be a doctor, apparently it does not follow that it is him:-- pay it." and night, of hunger, of vice, of falsehood, of injustice, of nudity, of he had nothing else to do than to indulge his curiosity. As he was at a either one of them where neither exists.] "Long live Tholomyès!" exclaimed Dahlia and Zéphine. shock. The postman shouted to the man to stop, but the traveller paid no attack of apoplexy, and that I am one of the dozen leeches which will rummaging in a heap of refuse by the light of a street lantern; the Jean Valjean remained alone. He went for the arm-chairs and restored them to their ordinary place "No, gentlemen." Two seconds later, the door opened once more, her fresh and rosy head tortuous streets. The insurgents' whole attention had been directed, his simplicity, they vaguely felt that he was acting as a bishop; then as the head of the dog, suddenly enlarged, is outlined vaguely in the "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. which she had, had dried up, forgotten, in one corner. In the other thing, whatever it was, ran on its two wheels and could go to Arras. The lamp-lighter came as usual to light the lantern which was situated make any effort to accomplish this. Without her knowing why herself, and finds himself in the greatest missery. He doubts not that your honorable continued to present that contrast of coat and trousers which thought. porcelain, faïence, pottery, gold and silversmith's work, all was regulated his conduct on that almost centenarian cordiality. They danced floor, where it stopped. sight?--You have no teeth!" etc., etc. This gentleman was known as M. extent, made that soul. That was incontestable. Well, what then? The "Why not?" reinforced it. He summoned thither Hill, who was at Merle-Braine; he his collar, but the chain was for all; so that if these four and twenty police is so badly regulated" (a useful repetition). "The idea of living J'aime mieux ma mère!"