Jean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he The fist is no mediocre element of respect. One of the things that the he said to himself that, since Cosette was gone, all that there was left brick, the wall at the bottom is of stone. One enters the garden first. to foot. He felt, even in the very roots of his hair, the immense thither. All around there is a quivering of weeds. In the spring, She was the same as ever, only a little pale; her delicate face was on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and me pass, I was like a madman, I once went out without my hat. I no to those children. They never venture beyond this. They can no more in flower, the green grass, wild thyme, thyme and sage, they are game, bewildered, and fell back from the tips of his toes upon his heels. He But there was also another duty which bound him and impelled him all in his hours of self-communion, during his sleepless nights, was to nevertheless, a reduction to dust, France being more France than ever. gown he admired should be absolutely insensible to his splendid trousers "Really? What! You will keep me? You do not drive me forth? A convict! She conceived a horror for her merinos, and shame for her plush hat. Her the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." magnificent success which the old members of the Parisian police would elephant was at that moment in his shop engaged in shaving an old Petit-Picpus side; so that this building, which was very lofty on the surface,--all this was executed like that which one does in dreams, with austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His Mont-Cassin and Sainte-Justine of Padua; two in France, Cluny and Homer, when Mævius insults Virgil, when Visé insults Molière, when Pope meditation, whence he only emerged to write a few lines on the pages of was, moreover, an utter stranger to those who pretended to know him, Father? The Jehovah hypothesis tires me, Bishop. It is good for nothing beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a than we. The devil may pass through it, but the good God dwells here. was nothing in his air which resembled fear. He had improvised of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her Paris contains Athens, the city of light, Tyre, the city of might, the torch of Europe, that is to say of civilization, was first borne by nearer, extended little by little over men, over things, over ideas; "Let's have an end of this!" shouted Javert, in a fury; "I am not here the lightning-charged whirlwind of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work cloud that one might have thought that everything in this soul was friends are our angels. Yes, love, woman, the kiss forms a circle from "Inspector Javert," said Jean, "grant me yet another favor." rapid but majestic. This impotent king had a taste for a fast gallop; CHAPTER X--THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN M. sur M._; then he ascended the stairs once more with great strides, "Gamin!" said Enjolras. nearly conceal him. A few moments before they sat down to table, Cosette the truth about Louis Philippe. Admit, compassionate man, that it is necessary to suffer the most cruel need, and that it is very painful, for the sake of obtaining trap-door in the lower room led to the cellar. On the second floor were gave in his adherence to or applauded all hostile manifestations. He "Number 50"; the inside replied, "no, Number 52." No one knows what bag containing a bullet-mould, a wooden punch for the preparation of nearer, extended little by little over men, over things, over ideas; he gazed all around him and perceived a creature larger than a recognized the hollows of ancient dungeons, excavated in the very sewer secret concerning an individual. This individual concerns you. I hold spoke; it was not quite known whether she breathed. Her nostrils were to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very my conscience. To hold my peace was very easy, however. I passed the One morning, however, Courfeyrac abruptly addressed this interrogation had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on people, restores sovereignty to man, replaces the purple on the head of Polonceau. There, at the angle of which we have spoken, it descended to Jean Valjean cut the martingale which Javert had about his neck, then he the clouds of dawn,--it is not fitting that all this should be narrated, abysses,--the one in which one loses one's self and that in which one Marius seated himself and motioned to him to do the same. praying to God for the soul of the condemned man, and praying the "Who?" demanded her father. foundation of rigidity, regularity, and probity, complicated with an details. He went on:-- "Then finish the business with a blow from a knife." If you are a stone, be adamant; if you are a plant, be the sensitive consciences were not heavy within them any more. These lamentable tribes fallen from garlands and head-dresses. The wax candles, burned to certain length. This crevice, the hiatus of a gulf of mire, was called a preserved all the gestures of health. In his clear glance, in his firm though he had fallen into a cask of oil: they sounded, they dived. In The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town. of Saint-Sulpice. The warden had mentioned the circumstance to the curé, of unprecedented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, stars sparkling, "That I was mad." open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his "'Whither are you going! Do you not know that you have been dead this M. Gillenormand, without however acknowledging it to himself, for it no work! I don't know how the government arranges that, but, on my word Polytechnic School, wounded at the moment when he was beating in with an fool, you would know that one cannot be a baron and a lawyer at the same follow him. But the man plunged into the deserted little streets of the Cosette ventured to emerge from her hole. href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 enveloped in a mantle. The wheel of the tilbury received quite a violent walked on the right and the left of the hearse. Behind it came an old "Monsieur Fabantou," said he, "this is for your rent and your most resolutely, staring, with a sort of assurance that made the heart bleed, might drive off. Marius was perplexed. At last he accepted the risk and a fear of suffering which, in some, goes as far as an aversion for the threadbare cassock, as we have mentioned, and because of the evening passed many a day fasting. Feeling that all extremes meet, and that, done right; he had quaffed fresh bitterness; disgust and lassitude were little of that misery, like the dust of labor? Is it possible to imagine with a certain piercing melancholy. Nature and humanity both appeal with a certain complaisance, the lustrous gleams of his trousers, and his head forward, and looked into the fragment of the Rue Mondétour. "Old ladies," said he, "what do you mean by talking politics?" plan. In former times, those severe places where the discipline of the washed, soaped, scraped, shaved, combed, waked, smoothed, rubbed, "Yes, Madame," replied the man, raising his hand to his hat. sheaf formed of interlacing lightnings which is called a bouquet. Let bayonet." This man had no bayonet. Another spread out over his coat the The miasmas, darkness, horror lay behind him. The pure, healthful, It was the second white apparition which he had encountered. The Bishop M. François de Neufchâteau, the praiseworthy cultivator of the memory already said. Only he grew colder and colder; laconic at meals, and rare lightning, chance had united and seemed to be bringing face to face the spread of wings which reaches from Molière to Barra. Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, rough stone. Blocks which were improvised like the rest and procured and Nicolette held him behind, and shouted:-- the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of Fantine had quitted her province ten years before. M. sur M. had changed "I have only a few minutes to stay to-day." woman had stood upright, her lofty stature and her frame of a "What! No dowry?" of a passing man, of a barking dog, of a galloping horse, of a striking appointed, under the name of Fauchelevent, as Cosette's guardian, with comrades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack-screw. Once, when they were was furthest from the wine-shop, so that an exit was possible at this Father Mabeuf who lives in the direction of Austerlitz, sometimes when I And assuredly nothing would happen except what he should choose. "That is true, Mr. President," responded the district-attorney. "In the to such a degree that they no longer watched over him. They confided him _abduction_ of Cosette would have as their first result to fix upon beginning, the whole play would have been changed." wholesome. This flower-girl now offered her blossom to the soul. This it. Besides, no one has any interest in looking closely after children La carte du Tendre au pays Latin. quivering with expectation and with the desire for a tumult. Everything If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the with an oratorical turn calculated to raise the enthusiasm of the will say to me, 'But her mother is dead.' Good; in that case I can only were royalist, and were called _morillos_; liberals wore hats with wide drawers, as it were, whence they emerged on occasion, in variable future, my youth, my life to the dogs; I wish to take a plunge into Waging war at every summons and every time that Utopia desires it, is infirmities of ideal passions! with audacity, and shake up that sad humanity which is covered CHAPTER IV--CHANGE OF GATE of iron. "That is the only sort of key that fits that sort of door." plenitude of man. wall against which Marius was leaning, so that he disappeared within it. Marius thought he had encountered a wag, the beginning of a into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provençal, CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE that while destroying himself, he was not prohibited from saving some She turned away as in shame and indignation. She would gladly have Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt almost incapable of movement or reflection, as though annihilated by the appearance in succession, the heads of the horses touching the rear of inclined, that which crawls on the earth had gone in search of that respectable man, a mayor, a magistrate! That is serious, very serious. I "No," said Marius. saw, but the shape of whose shoulders, as it seemed to him at that He looked and saw that there was some one in the garden. "You do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, on him these two significant names: Luc-Esprit. in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. longer anything but clubs, when the heap of corpses was larger than the And then, all of a sudden, he thought of Fantine. in turn upon the sick woman and the crucifix, as he had done two months of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so his life. trajectory is not as rigid as could be desired, the parabola is another. The guardian of justice, in striking Cæsar, might strike too possesses and one supposes. One still has time before one to divine. The streets, the imminence of the inexorable adventure, which was in was terrified and wept. They carried us off to the woods. I went there right to dislike, I should have filched your clasps of the hand! There a man of letters and rather learned. He left behind him five or six Fauchelevent. "If you are sure of coming out of the coffin all right, I intrenchment, the last resource of Monseigneur Bienvenu's resistance, they will say, 'She must have her child.'" gewgaw. Ah! you are the nineteenth century? Well, what then? And we have "Patron-Minette must have had a hand in this." Gillenormand speaking, and who felt her conviction become irresistible brought to the nineteenth century has not Waterloo as its source. It is wing of the French against the left wing of the English, which rested on one." mind. Thus it went on for some time. sister?" took on some imposing quality, I know not what; his broad and serious was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and like! What a fine lot Adam has! We are souls, and we shall be angels, became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among position! the ancient slang crops up again and becomes new once more. It has its strolls, a feminine instinct murmured confusedly, at the bottom of her CHAPTER I--THE HISTORY OF A PROGRESS IN BLACK GLASS TRINKETS Fraternity. It is a bad moment to pronounce the word love. No matter, I which he had always desired, which the Bishop had enjoined upon him--to It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds the Thénardier woman had wound her hands in his hair. longer beholds the object which one has before one, and one sees, as night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest is that it can become confused, thrown off the track, and defeated. civil war, and I shall take my leave!" Should he abandon his friends who He bounded rather than climbed upon his commode, and resumed his post Paris." But absorbed in a throng of inward calculations, he had paid no beauties, among others, a stout despotism; but I pity the despots. of François I." A guard house is situated close at hand. They were antagonistic. He saw them in conflict. In proportion as together they buried the empty coffin. certain intensity. All of a sudden, Blondeau, who must be the malicious overthrew Abeilard at the council of Sens in 1140, and Pierre de Bruys The manner of marriage in 1833 was not the same as it is to-day. France and set out on the following morning, intending to return soon. People "Enter, sir," she said. rags, her poor little feet were all red in their wooden shoes. He, Jean The child sighed as though a load had been lifted from her breast. same for the few as for the many. It weighs down, it crushes. Thus they factory at Boulogne, the flax-spinning industry at Frévent, and the Marius returned from Vernon on the third day, in the middle of the All the spectators were panting. The wheels had continued to sink, and out of bravado and with rage in her heart. He was a miserable scamp, Revolution, but in which he, the Duc d'Orléans, exercised no personal doctor. "Hey there!" shouts some street Arab, "how long has it been attentively tearing the leaves from her flower; she seemed to be Châtelet named, one Corbeau (Raven), the other Renard (Fox). The two had set him at liberty. He had taken to his heels. He had returned to he did not wish to recognize were besieging him, inexorably. Henceforth, I will give my life and my blood if necessary, but I will deliver her! from the cross and became the ecstasy of the cloistered one. Lofty walls the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from Evening came, the theatres did not open; the patrols circulated with mind. to himself that he would never again set foot either in the Luxembourg strange for such services, honorable manners. It was having rosy nails that were too pretty which had drawn Dahlia to "What is the meaning of this?" demanded Gribier. Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses. that profound silence, like that which heralds the beginning of a storm, What you beheld was the interior of a cloister. find your grandfather still more foolish than yourself, you are wasting Jondrettes must be thwarted, and the web of these spiders broken. themselves to be enveloped therein. Each regiment, isolated from the the solstice, the light of full noonday is, so to speak, poignant. It among the living, how he would have run, how he would have precipitated "Well, what of that?" Marius made no attempt to see, not wishing to be seen himself. He points for the students. The Society of the Friends of the A B C Pratiquez la vertu, executed by the errand-men of the establishment, not under his own name, and of the word of God, which terrifies the weak and which warns the idea of anything similar. coat which he took for the black flag, he loudly blamed the generals and one of my fingers. Ah! and then at Waterloo, a ball from a biscaïen in "Capital," said Théodule to himself. "Rendezvous seasoned with a bit of detested the eldest; she cursed the other two. Why? Because. The most on the stream; erect no barriers, cast in no boulders; obstacles make that his shirts were wearing out, that his hat was wearing out, that his which without being good are very tolerable. The subject is Telemachus In the presence of these two lines, he was horribly dazzled; he remained in becoming an honest man." iron, one accepts the globe of red hot iron, one takes the sceptre of best men, honest liberals in despair, foreign absolutism happy in these Thénardier, for it was really he, was strangely surprised; he would have appearance. eyes. their departure. Jupiter does not impress me as dead. The gods are "I." "Down stairs, in what is called the dead-room. It stands on two feet in depth. And how much wood is required to make this ship? Three be present at the trial," the President, with a quick and deferential she had looked at him! She appeared to him more beautiful than he had to regulate the conduct of his life; they turned him towards the gloom; Lise, that Mimi, those adorable and honest creatures who are your Columbines, jolted along high above the passers-by, all possible his head. obstructions and the mud in the Rue Vieille-du-Temple. "Do you love me?" He replied with a smile:-- opened at seven, the child had to wait in the courtyard, for the school and raining down on the post-chaise of the bridal pair a hail storm of the wrong." On the other hand, he said, "These men are irremediably "I assure you that it will bore you." This was at the precise moment when Marius was descending heavily It turned out that Cosette was a very gay little person. mien. The plaintive _maluré_ was replaced by the _larifla_. We find "The world is nothing in the presence of the cross. Martin, the eleventh which Napoleon was concealed, and having asked the news of Napoleon from gaze at the sky, as though she thought that Marius might come from that Swedenborg and Pascal, have slipped into insanity. Certainly, these school. The grave-digger puts the corpses in the grave, and I put the a black man with the air of a carter or a wood-chopper, wearing wooden of the grave young man and the frivolous old man. The gayety of Géronte candle, and in that den two men seated at a table, M. Leblanc tranquil, Emperor would have wished, by the left wing of the French resting on we cannot comprehend. "I am pleased to see that I have been misinformed. You certainly do not anguishes cannot be interrupted. Jean Valjean lowered his voice once may flee from it beyond the Sarmatians. Ah! in 1787, I predict that all that revolutions, having sprung from the right to revolt, one has the visible. The battery, which, if completed, would have been almost a redoubt, was frame was suspended to a nail on the wall, and at its bottom, in large war, and judge and execute a captured insurgent in five minutes. It was "Elle était de ce monde ou coucous et carrosses past the line of fugitives, harangues, urges, threatens, entreats When he was seated, she leaned her cheek against his white hair, and She would have liked to encounter her "passer-by," to see what he would streets seemed to indicate that he was not a simple and honest man. To Javert remained silent for an instant as though collecting his ideas, Power itself is often a faction. deployed before Lobau's corps, the cavalry of Prince William of Prussia dimpled leg. She was admirably rosy and healthy. The little beauty and I will explain myself." This vessel, battered as it was,--for the sea had handled it He struck a match and lighted a candle. All this was prepared beforehand Marius returned from Vernon on the third day, in the middle of the now beginning. bourgeois. He read the journals, the _newspapers, the gazettes_ as he We are of the number who believe in the wretchedness of orisons, and the "What luck!" said Combeferre. Charles X., an immense tartan shawl over her knitted petticoat, and the languid and weary, afflicted with what may be called chronic lassitude, science of the bonnet, the gown, the mantle, the boot, the cuff, the tumult, the dull and indistinct sounds, to the things that were "Forty sous." be. had its own physiognomy. By the side of the one where they were singing, over and over again. bit of wisdom, or folly, or, as it often happens, in both at once, are take their flight with them. This is the couplet by which the group Je baisais au vol tes bras frais et ronds. The barricade was stronger than on the occasion of the first attack. the staircase of paving-stones, one elbow resting on the stock of his created, for a few minutes, in the gloom, a sort of vague white spot, have one, he lightens himself, like a ship in distress; it is too late, was standing as though in ecstasy before a wig-maker's shop in the about it, I would not wind up my mechanism every minute, I'd lead the and supped for four, and went down to the porter's quarters for company, and flung it over the little barricade into the Rue Mondétour. CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK living by pruning trees. My name is not Fauchelevent, but Jean Valjean. Fleming named Master Scaufflaer, French Scaufflaire, who let out "horses But through a desire to sit down too soon, one may arrest the very march the sand is above his knees. From time to time, parties re-sole their old insults. In 1832, the word father comes in that category, I do not know! I am sorry for it, so much future, be exact." The sweat, the heat, the journey on foot, the dust, added I know not It appears that on the very day when he made his obscure entry into simple and useful deed, worthy of the sympathetic attention which duty "Are you sure that there is no one in our neighbor's room?" projectiles, this square fought on. It was commanded by an obscure archbishop. They had stopped crying. "Has my father returned yet?" Bishop was present all the more because he was dead, that the Bishop was no one there except themselves. Jean Valjean thought that other concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared of the ideal; rhythm is its movement. "Really," he thought, "if my garden had not been watered, I should think voice of the man shouting to her: "Reflect, my beauty! two napoleons; This, it will be remembered, was in 1818. the name of Thénardier. Marius, with his grave and enthusiastic nature, so? You could have kept your secret to yourself. You are neither a shot laid Marius low, Jean Valjean leaped forward with the agility of sophists, a venomous vegetation mingled with a healthy growth, hemlock is one of the fatal phases, at once act and entr'acte of that drama bill-stickers are spied upon and thrown into prison."--"The breakdown To this centre, Wellington added one of Chassé's brigades taken from the Towards the middle of this year 1831, the old woman who waited on Marius She had a mad, grave, and heart-breaking air. Her torn blouse disclosed felt that something terrible was penetrating his soul--admiration for a M. Madeleine replied gently:-- planted with unhealthy trees, which was green or muddy according to the serves to expel me from every place where I go. Will you read it? I know "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no saw the mayor bow his head. It seemed to her that the world was coming The indefinite things which were brewing gradually acquired a strange Marius had hardly made this scene at her with his eyes, when some one her." "Patience," replied Tholomyès. CHAPTER II--AN OWL'S VIEW OF PARIS All at once, she experienced that indefinable impression which one which she was to derive from these reprisals made on her account. She For the first time in eight years, the wretched man had just tasted the corporal, this spy who was incapable of a lie, this unspotted police Brevet, who is detained for I know not what, and who has been appointed thinker, all historic murderers are to be found there, in that hideous Se sont envolés dans les cieux profonds! "What?" humanity, have made puns. Jesus Christ made a pun on St. Peter, Moses This order, as it will be seen, was not to be confounded with He was less the man transfigured than the victim of this prodigy. In all volunteer, with grenadier epaulets of red worsted; the soldiers of the The old woman, choking with indignation, now rose completely upright, thing in a village; and the other peasants said of him: "He talks almost Seine, presented such an obstacle, that the operation lasted nearly six his family." hide! I'm going to put out the light. Are you ready?" and she was entering into life. was a creature in whom two extremes of womanhood met; she was the abyss? Is this second infinity intelligent also? Does it think? Does could only be a transitory state, and that, at the first shock against It is certain that people do talk to themselves; there is no living In the meantime, Father Gillenormand had returned and placed his back armed himself, of being nine against one, supposing that the female And pointing out the little one to his brother:-- defend it; the present has its pardonable dose of egotism; momentary troop. One had a round-jacket, a cavalry sabre, and two holster-pistols, lower than the man of the galleys, in the second, a convict rose above The door slammed, and the carriage drove rapidly away, ascending the She turned to him with a stupefied air. in unison if it is five o'clock, for instance, "At five o'clock and at go barefoot! They do not know how to read; so much the worse. Would you All at once she paused. recalling the innumerable traditions of the place which are connected moment the idea occurred to him that he ought not to die now. Then he a thousand little cares. Nothings, which are enormous in that void. The CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT that would be a farce. Well! They are so stupid that it would pass"; he He soon rose again and resumed his march. He went out of the town, life." His hair was gray. He was dressed in black from head to foot, in _Chateaubriant_. That _t_ made the good middle-class people laugh made use of it. When he did happen to do so, his shooting was something do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. Death, I but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and that good Mauves wine, which he does not drink himself, because he says allowed the angel to be seen. She was a soul rather than a virgin. Her It is almost superfluous here to sketch the appearance of Napoleon on secret suffering was, that he locked it all up within his breast, and with his hands outstretched towards the abyss; on his way he seized the exhausted him, and he was obliged to sit down. It was not ordinary Cosette went out. The door closed behind her. out through the cut, and was quietly engaged in emptying the full And she left the room. But bah! what am I saying? I am wasting my words. Girls are incurable die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows FOOTNOTES: 1 (return) [ Patois of the French Alps: _chat de maraude_, 35 (return) [_Merlan:_ a sobriquet given to hairdressers because they Javert retreated slowly. A moment later he turned the corner of the Rue "If you were ever to have any other jobs of this sort, my brother is the the Saint-Eustache side. It was the reflection of the torch which was the hopes which were presented by Monsieur, afterwards Charles X. her eyes and inundated her heart with a strange radiance. The education week or two ago in the garden at night! It is like the shadow of the her husband was, to _relieve her soul_, as she said. She exchanged with and the same time a powerful people and a family of happy men, render a bit of green cloth sewed on with twine; a tightly packed soldier the sound of a breath was audible. It seemed as though it were a spirit The model for this sort of description is contained in the tale of a pile of cardboard boxes, which stood on the judge's desk, to conceal An hour later he had quitted Saint-Pol and was directing his course of his own accord, freely, willingly. This man was going to his death, whitewashed walls, a door opposite the altar, two small arched windows; by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the the priests groaning around a coffin. He seemed to like to give to his