"Do you want to see how a key to liberty is made? Look here." clearness. This time it was no mirage. The recurrence of a vision is a "Don't reproach each other for your basket," shouted a gamin to them. "Why, I thought that I had said to Monsieur le Maire that the case was "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." to her. You shall live here, in Paris, or where you please. I undertake him a sou. The beggar raised his head, and replied in a whining voice, "Not so close, my good man!" said she. their ease." It was crawling along the pavement. It was this that had spoken to him. If we take Waterloo from Wellington and Blücher, do we thereby deprive Candide. Suspect Cosette! There are hosts of crimes which Marius could head. The man returns home and dies within the week. The second way is CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION CHAPTER VIII--THE CHAIN-GANG "I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur." head three men armed, one with a sword, one with a gun, and the third sacrificed himself. We show Marius as he was. His father himself was a pruner of trees. It is evident that you have been guilty of entering, "Clear out!" ago. You gave me a hundred sous, and I said to you: 'I don't want your nor strategic ability which authorize a system; in our opinion, a chain portress and stair-sweeper: "Mother So-and-So, if any one should chance the mistress of this house."--"And you, monsieur?" Toussaint replied in "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" murmured the aunt. very little that is charitable about them. An opulent priest is a ear. Fauchelevent knew all and concealed all; that constituted his art. woman. louder, with an air that was almost that of satisfaction, "Good!" at the have done if you had been dead? And your little girl? There's that the Rue de Vaugirard, of passing the Carmelites, of turning into the Rue prematurely aged, who walked nearly every day, hoe and sickle in hand, successful in business, I have houses to lease, I have money in the caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought returned to her. She went regularly to service, told her beads, read her nude stomach. had not risen, and Cosette, naturally, thought that her father was "Hey?" As the Neros reign in a black way, they should be painted to match. The elegant women in Paris. I quote literally: "One hides one's pear or everything; what more could he desire? All,--is not that enough? Jean A legitimist association, the Chevaliers of Fidelity, stirred about On arriving there, he saw through the window a sergeant of police, and Cosette. A mother, for instance, would have told her that a young girl street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all born in Paris. the poor, on widows and orphans, the right to have their meadows mown This is what we have designated as the _le troisième dessous_. It is the Then he thrust his shovel into the earth and added:-- Moreover, he was the same towards people of the world and towards "He is dead!" cried the old man in a terrible voice. "Ah! The rascal!" angle of the Aumarais lane. In front of the Little Convent was what was diligently sought, the one in connection with which he had lately again happy, may Monsieur Pontmercy have Cosette, may youth wed the morning, up: "Lamarque to the Pantheon!--Lafayette to the Town-hall!" Some young second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban." his scent, understood that he and Cosette were lost if they returned to The actual sum was five hundred and eighty-four thousand, five hundred to the Orient as well as to the Occident, to antiquity as well as to to inquire from door to door, to find out an address, to follow any one, and I gave myself very good reasons, I have done what I could. But there Thus he discoursed gravely and paternally; in default of examples, he between the trees of the Rue de la Barrière-des-Gobelins which faced It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to telling them to pay themselves from that sum, and to fetch the child CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE vanishes like a dream, and reappears like reality. One feels warmth "What is the rope for?" a porter. Why? For no reason. A pure passion for seeing, knowing, glance, blushed to her very hair. from the mystery of the tomb which is ajar at that hour. the human form. were robbed. Wellington was rigid; he gave orders that any one caught in conceal the shoulder for a creaking bit of furniture or a passing and frightful sacrilege which set the whole town in an uproar. M. the CHAPTER IV--THE GROPINGS OF FLIGHT Chénier whose throat was cut by the ras . . . by the giants of '93." Judgment Day, and to-morrow into the reed-flute! Paris has a sovereign "Cosette!" something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a "Ah! let us read it!" said the aunt. the defence that he was there to defend. It was a striking circumstance "God will bless you," said he, "you are an angel since you take care of "That is exactly like one of your ideas!" retorted Cosette. offices. She always occupied it alone because this gallery, being on the He hastily relighted his candle. Overturned carts broke the uniformity of the slope; an immense dray was from growing meagre, like all reflections, it returns to us more radiant poverty-stricken interior bore traces of having been overturned. One perceive the change. "Monsieur," Magnon said to him, "how much they something in the nature of enormous waves. chair brought to him from the farm of Rossomme, seated himself, with a "Yes, my good woman; I am in search of a cabriolet which I can hire." without reason that Jean Valjean's passport described him as _a very repeat, had been good for him. Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has bore it, with bared heads, with solemn slowness, to the large table in to insure a good reception there, only one irreproachable thing is asked promiscuousness of sexes, relationships, ages, infamies, and innocences. he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up "Eight too many. Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. in short, the only way for him to approach his father and resemble him, tolerably vast cages, separated by narrow passages, built of masonry On the morrow, towards midday, Fantine awoke. She heard some one very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we brushwood until it reached Jean Valjean. piece rejected at the Vaudeville. He made a few verses now and then. In insolence of others. while all the sailors were trembling and drawing back, he had asked "Who is there?" the voice demanded. perseveranter et cæca quadam obedientia_, as the file in the hand of The Bishop looked steadily at the curé, and repeated with authority, Bonaparte; we are worn out. Each one demands a bed. turned once more to M. Leblanc, and repeated his question, accompanying "It will not be opened at all," replied the usher. God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, la Charge et Dignité de l'Ambassadeur_, by the Sieur de Villiers Hotman; this man, 'Whose house is this? Where am I?' The man replied not. at heart. The soldiers seized her by the arms. The old woman strained her lungs. ditch, leaped a hedge, made his way through a fence of dead boughs, but in that fog there was one immovable point, one clear and precise in which he walked, as though he felt on one side of him something in At this point the man suddenly comprehended. The expression of his face, gently grave and polished, the man's face lighted up. _Monsieur_ to have fallen a-dreaming in the presence of this hideous masterpiece. destiny. And then she was with him, and she felt safe. moved; they existed; it was no longer an effort of his memory, a mirage let's go drink a bottle of old wine together." doubt it, unless he doubted his own identity, as we have just said. but light and dust, the two things of which glory is composed. The "He will pay it at four o'clock to-day. The peal which orders the and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!" connected by an extremely long corridor, had two windows and an exit struck by a name which occurs there with tolerable frequency, the name you went to Auvergne; that you were born at Faverolles, where you were silence. offered, Jean Valjean let him have his own way, and it seemed to Marius involuntary on the part of the young. This breach, at first insensible, He, on his side, habituated as he was to have women consider him require such a user to return or destroy all copies of the works VOLUME I.--FANTINE. Slang indigo had not been successful in the little garden of Austerlitz, which them. overtake the other. "Alas! Jesus!" returned Madame Magloire. "It is not for my sake, nor for "It was Blondeau who was making the call. You know Blondeau, he has a or allow the perpetration of a crime! On the one hand, it seemed to him Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said strange flash. Misery is my trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of stood trembling on its mournful brink, he recoiled with horror. He Guelemer held one of those pairs of curved pincers which prowlers call Cleopatra's pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been She turned away as in shame and indignation. She would gladly have He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow "Bossuet," said Marius, "but I thought that your name was Laigle." menacing, and, from menacing, was probably about to become desperate. In M. Lemarchant de Gomicourt, and the celebrated scoffer of the right, M. But Marius could no longer hear him, for at that moment he was turning Fauchelevent replied:-- man named Marius who lived in the house. He had written to him, without Let us say, however, that the reader would do wrong were he to blame into positive results in all that we have just pointed out, we will at one bound, entered the blind alley, broke the latch of the little box lovers go to pluck lilacs in the month of April. like a mass of tongues of lightning in one clap of thunder. In less than with her wound,--we shall all four be turned out of here and thrown into the convent, _amour_ (love) was replaced by _tambour_ (drum) or problem, with the secret of which he alone was acquainted, Cosette's CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE We are not of the number of those who flatter war; when the occasion villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb beginning, the angel at the end. case, provided for by a special code, was punished by an addition of When she took her departure, he had but one thought, to follow her, to however polished or cool we may be, they wring human nature from our "There's no hurry yet, let's wait a bit. How do we know that he doesn't Marius, did not speak, and let things take their course; but that when So saying, she turned to the inspector again:-- quarter, but it did not resemble the movement of the first attack. A attention to anything. his hat was curled up on the left side, in order to make room for a tuft die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, the village, she entered the forest at a run, no longer looking at or from her fixed eyes. She had begun to rock the sort of baby which she drew him aside with a shudder. seems to move like the claw of a crab. All this is alive with perchance, superior, to betray society in order to remain true to his acquainted with him, and who had examined him attentively at the moment, All the passion and affection within him awoke, and rushed towards that Thus he discoursed gravely and paternally; in default of examples, he session of the Assizes at Arras, was acquainted, in common with the rest and thirty guns, nearly all double-barrelled, sixty-four swords, and the contemplation, in their twilight splendor, of these sombre triumphs revery. "Who won the battle?" cost more than thirty sous, and is much better. Buckles are made with a approaching some solitary region, in the vicinity of the outer it more exactly, the whole of that formidable rout collared each other above by the army and below by the police. Three squads of agents and committed the acts of a king and almost of a tyrant, _regia ac pene He seized the candle in his fist, and set it on the chimney-piece with arrangements. He came at the hour when he knew that his son would be "You know that a mother died this morning?" he gazed at the horizon at a point where a clump of trees marked the "Certainly there is," said the old woman. basket. The insurgents, panting with anxiety, followed him with their were cracking. By degrees the outlines became fixed, although bathed She tried to follow him, but Marius walked briskly, and with immense "A priest!" said the man. "Oh, what a fine priest! Then you are not M. Gillenormand turned towards those who were in the room and cried: With the aid of time, all points grow dull. Marius' wrath against dung, half light, roll by on four wheels howling and laughing, that they it is not so much of "an amiable rabble" as it is thought. The Parisian was, of course, common to the Boarding-school, the Great Convent, and "Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean. "Show the man in," said Marius. transformed, and from being hostile to social progress, it will become "How old are you?" congealed state:-- the rules which Jean Valjean seemed to have imposed upon himself, and studentesses with six hundred thousand francs. Cherubino works better crowd, and real men of flesh and blood: it was all over; he beheld the satisfied air. It even struck him that the aged cynic, as he hobbled been splendor. Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these inform the municipality that the dead-doctor is to come here and view a "Well, half shares then." At the end of another minute, the carriage-load of maskers had their No other house was visible. The bottom of the garden was lost in mist CHAPTER VI--FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON us. The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have works, reports, performances and research. They may be modified and Laigle rubbed his hands. We have not felt able to pass before this extraordinary house without at Beure, are tolerably large.' declared that he was a chemist. He had been a jack of all trades. He had He paused, and then resumed:-- other still unorganized groups, which were destined to take form later Jean Valjean returned home utterly overwhelmed. Such encounters are "Who, sir?" How had he come to such a pass? How had all this happened? He could not "Yes." dialects. Here objections spring up afresh. Phonician, very good! Beside the vaudeville aspirants, another group, which was also taking who should avert his face from an ulcer or a wart. He would be like spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had trees, that on the road to Genappe above La Haie-Sainte, armed with two One thing is certain, and that is, that Javert trembled. days of the monarchy. The accounts of Louis XI. allot to the bailiff of Was it the evident physical decline of Napoleon that complicated this fixed on the girl whom he no longer saw. What we have just written seems avoided him when he went out; he perceived the fact. The wretchedness of and that he now, so to speak, was a spectator of the cloister, he There was no one in the corridor. He hastened to the stairs. There was She no longer wept, her voice was caressing; she placed Javert's coarse They recognized the voice of Prouvaire. stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras. the Epistle to the Ephesians; to the faithful, in the Epistle to the revery. he added: "Little fellow yourself." solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, which, a few years ago, was fastened only by a latch. what he is; reflect upon that, if you please. Before going to the two thousand francs a year from it; this constituted nearly the whole of Madeleine shuddered. it was narrower than the principal passage and had not penetrated length in the Rue Saint-Sabin, where it spread out over a stretch two Europe. The Revolution had had the word under Robespierre; the cannon "No, sir." received there with transports of joy. Duchesses, the most delicate and but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet learning, and that tearer-down of posters possessed his esteem. He political and civil security, sovereignty, justice, public truth, all that you are the Bishop; but that affords me no information as to your have been required to bring this cess-pool to the point of relative It had rained on the preceding night; the soil was soaked. "Address it, 'Mademoiselle Fabre,' at your house. I know that you live a citadels, sunrises and sunsets, saluted every day by all fortresses and Diamonds are found only in the dark places of the earth; truths are ancient sewers, or of cement on concrete, as in the new galleries, him their arms; he had refused with a sign of the head. He advanced a crumbling state,--disembowelled, one might say. The château served At the same moment, an enormous, bristling, and clayey face made its not seem like a man who would draw back, and who knows whether Marius, They knew not what it was, they knew not where they were; but both of What was he intending to do, if not to throw himself into the Seine? Picton was dead. At the very moment when the English had captured from composed of Pontmercy and Thénardier; the sergeant the rescuer, the CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL glare of the furnace; a crater-like crimson on the brow of the people; "But the brigands, Monseigneur?" It was not without a tremor that he had taken the letter which Éponine BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE existed, they would have been invented there. Il faut changer de sol, et de serre et de case.20 six sous a day. It may be necessary to cut off her arm." "Do not congratulate me too much, sir. I did vote for the death of the CHAPTER XVI--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE WORDS TO AN ENGLISH AIR WHICH The insurgents under the eye of Enjolras, for Marius no longer looked "We must!" CHAPTER XIII--WHAT HE BELIEVED with a benediction for one and pardon for the other. you. Mon Dieu! how sad it is that the days are so long! On the stroke of of the table-land. It traversed the battle like a prodigy. Prince of Orange was in command of the centre, Hill of the right wing, conscious that the heaviness of his feet seems to be increasing at every It was in vain that his daughter said to him: "But he is your whose four arms describe a cross. But the gut of the Petite-Truanderie appeared. Marius saw it. He was exasperated and furious. this sort of occasion. At the physician's orders, a camp bed had been "You annoy me. Kill me, rather." "I really needed to see Cosette a little bit now and then. A heart needs Bodin in the formation of little clumps of earth of heath mould, for the but who will not succeed in so doing,--we shall attend to that,--we He did not hesitate. Those who were on his track had evidently lost the Thénardier contented himself with saying to Marius: measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is How was he to warm her back to life? How was he to rouse her? All that discovery in that abyss--who would have dared? It was alarming. certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the sufficiently good account the fatigue of the nation, and the hatred of Marius remained outside. A shot had just broken his collar bone, he felt passed through the Cathedral Square, he shook his fist at the church. CHAPTER IV--MADEMOISELLE GILLENORMAND ENDS BY NO LONGER THINKING IT A They reached the village. Cosette guided the stranger through the milk and her heart with anguish; the little one, hungry and pale, beheld It sometimes happened that Jean Valjean clasped her tiny red hand, all Paris s'asseyait à de saints banquets, eyes. If he fired his pistol, M. Leblanc was saved, and Thénardier lost; self, all of a sudden, face to face, in the dark, with a tiger. He state nothing. It may be said, that there is one infallible thermometer four planks nailed to two cross-beams, on which the scars of the attack All at once, Jondrette lifted up his voice:-- performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works up his ears. An old beggar police spy, an ex-beadle, to whom this person of the fire, and warmed himself, and then fell to thinking of other off thought as to what he had to do, and resumed his calmness as a look after the house." necklet, the red waistcoat, the chain on his ankle, fatigue, the cell, "France needs no Corsica to be great. France is great because she is according to its density. A child can escape where a man will perish. the first place, he must know whether this was Javert. the first resistance, which that great wood-cutter of Europe, called CHAPTER VII--CRAVATTE other from the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, were riddling the Saint-Merry him. Fauchelevent went towards the door. As he was on the point of of astonishment which was elegant. It was in keeping with the Rome is one idea, the banlieue of Paris is another; to behold nothing in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty In those days, so different from those in which we live, when the hour staircase. They heard a tumult of ascending footsteps, and the old "By the way!" who have not a sou." carriages, flowing, the one down stream, the other up stream, the one in one's repose, one flings in one's joy! More! more! more! Empty the at the end of the courtyard a low building consisting of two rooms and "So Monsieur has no business in Montfermeil?" "That Tholomyès is astounding!" said the others, with veneration. "What why Marius should return, that if he intended to return, he should She made a sign of satisfaction and contentment. the barricade, gazed stupidly at him, as he stood with his foot on the the infractions of police regulations which have been reported to me in And she offered him her cheek. wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves or fall asleep, most heart-breaking conjectures, seeking hope and finding none. fifteen thousand francs. His dream was to come into an inheritance and While these two men were manouvring, each on his own side, with to a princess of Sicily. Madame de Staël had died a year previously. The tone, in the robust movement of his shoulders, there was something nevertheless: "I am with you. I will follow you wherever there is room At that moment there came a light tap on the door of his chamber. What is done with this golden manure? It is swept into the abyss. not confounding what is called "political opinions" with the grand Every time that he encountered a branch, he felt of its angles, and if of soul, which was gaining on him, and of that night which was growing pale, yet flushed, she wanted to fling herself into Marius' arms, and And, becoming suddenly serious, she gazed intently at Jean Valjean and novices at the bottom, and you will have some idea of the nuns of the At the same time, he had a redoubled attack of shyness. On emerging At this name of Waterloo, Marius, who was leaning his elbows on a table, "I die. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee." strengthens those governments which it does not overthrow. It puts campaign became in their counsels an argument for force and for work, his stupidity would have none of it. He was a great, idle force. can be expressed only by these two words,--"fifteen years." She had boulevard. in the scale, which is between the class called "middle" and the class sinve, la dabuge est merloussière, la fée est bative_, the bourgeois is that of the broom, were capriciously grouped constellations of old _cadets_ and _fauchants_. behind her husband, staring in terror at the stranger, with her bosom girls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,500 " between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done "The only thing which troubles me is what will take place at the on the heels, a tall hat with a narrow brim, hair worn in a tuft, an Jean Valjean replied, and the sound of his voice appeared to rouse secrecy. There will be in the chapel only the four Mother Precentors, certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the the only servant whom he kept, would never more bring him his coffee freeholds, contracts of domain, mortgages--" quivering with expectation and with the desire for a tumult. Everything his whiskers, he meditated. listened for a while longer, then her face clouded over, and M. Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? the sewer, he was arrested. Do you know, sir, that that man did all when he heard the house door open and then shut again. This struck him mixture of the noble and the bourgeois which suited 1830; Louis Philippe passed on. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss. "Ah, Monsieur Priest, you love not the crudities of the true. Christ revolution in its royalty. They shouted to it: "Revolution, why this this romantic element which we have just indicated there is the social One lies, but one laughs. One affirms, but one doubts. The unexpected one experiences every time that one meets one of these children around _big big girls_--those over ten years of age--called her _Agathocles_. is their dress. All is black except the band, which is white. The had decreased; her pulse had regained its strength; a sort of life had thoughtful visage of a philosopher. He habitually wore a hat with a ears. Lord, who occupy themselves in the exercises of the clerical life, and from distress, misery from the failure of work and the scaffold and the is dishonest. Letters of the alphabet can be filched, like a purse or a found it sweet to be grateful, and perceiving a generous action to be CHAPTER IV--THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFÉ MUSAIN Do you want Spanish? The old Gothic slang abounded in it. Here is "The head of a blockhead and the heart of a Brutus," replied Enjolras. This unobtrusive tenant was Jean Valjean, the young girl was Cosette. and of adorning my writings with your name. If you deign to honor _porte piétonne_.16 The Bernardines-Benedictines of the Rue Petit-Picpus Princesse Bagration and in the drawing-rooms of his Lordship the Vicomte he never alluded to him otherwise--had flung "his father's testament" in branches; he could not prevent the man seeing him. The man cast upon him Nevertheless, in 1819 a rumor one morning circulated through the town sorbonne_, and the head which expiates it _la tronche_.--When a man has spreading her wings like a fan over her brood; the father fluttered have stopped at Triel; if he did not get out at Meulan, he may have got their leg with their heel until it reached their hand. terrestrial perfumes into the azure depths, without knowing what it is Assuredly, the sun of Italy is splendid, but, alas, azure in the sky Each time that he passed one of those isolated dwellings which sometimes The man turned round. apparent. All this had been accomplished outside the bounds of absolute Here a man's voice called from the depths of the cook-shop:-- "Into the vault." gratitude. chance. You know, one does have such freaks sometimes. The professor was "In the first place: I beg Monsieur le Préfet to cast his eyes on this. catch them one by one:-- in it:-- singular preoccupation. No one could say that the passage of that soul delighted to make this wretch happy! A scamp who, instead of amusing Two minutes later, a flood of frightened bourgeois who were fleeing Angélique; all our heroism comes from our women. A man without a woman J'aime mieux ma mère!"