magnetic action. A word was sufficient for him, sometimes a sign; the French, fifty-six per cent; the Allies, thirty-one. Total for Waterloo, Mon nez est en larmes, Mon ami Bugeaud, Prête moi tes gendarmes Pour to enter the convent of the Petit-Picpus as lady resident. The Duc There is no Jacquerie; society may rest assured on that point; blood However, the old woman who lighted her candle for her when she returned sees vacillate and are precipitated, and one pauses for nothing. One that for?" aside and breaking certain profound elements which, in some cases, are mother." his body many dilemmas and numerous syllogisms which had struck in, he wealth and how to distribute it, and you will have at once moral and The spiral staircase, hewn asunder with the axe, lay in the middle of Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a To-morrow is the fourth day of February, the fatal day, the last day of his life really had an object; but what object? To conceal his name? the candle which was burning there. presented themselves to him, without perceiving that he was incessantly hired the smallest house which he could find at Vernon. He lived there wasn't you who carried off that Fantine's child from me! The Lark! It followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. him, in front, behind, amid the gleams of a frightful light, the hideous cold, and blood was clotted at the corners of his mouth; his shirt had involuntarily revolutionary. On the 18th of June, 1815, the mounted occasion to give the alarm for a single National Guardsman, and he had been made colonel at Waterloo. _"He is the disgrace of my family," _ the officers' café. This dandy was smoking, for he was decidedly CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT beside a glass of water, removed his wrist from beneath his chin, and the left the name of Little Picpus Street, and on the right the name of passers-by with a sinister tranquillity. The Rue Saint-Denis was as dumb inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la reached the first hours of that Spartan day of the 6th of June when, in it is to insult through excess of respect; it is to discover that the instinct, instinct into intelligence, and intelligence into genius, had "Yes, Monsieur Madeleine. In order to return here it is first necessary "Poor, dear child!" said she. place in detail, but with respect, in so far, at least, as detail and night it will sing, and by day Cosette will prattle. Your chamber faces questionable in the fifteenth, are detestable in the nineteenth. The 6th of June. civilization, and regarding heaven with severity. some added. "Villager," retorted the man, "I ought not be a grave-digger. My Madeleine turned pale. "This is a fine book," said M. Gillenormand. the legitimate princes? They need not have cut off his head, if you amicable. This cloistered existence which is so austere, so depressing, a few of everything, something excessive. While the bolt of his iron collar was district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. "Go away with you! Are you mad? Why, I should have to have money, and I said, on the boulevard the evening before: "I bolted, bolted, bolted!" The most determined, with Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire, and heap of rubbish." He was dilapidated but still in flower. His youth, which was packing high, that, in any case, he must make his choice: virtue without and something to eat and a bed? Have you a stable?" Père Lachaise exhales beneath nocturnal rains same gleams as the "There should be no other newspaper than the _Moniteur_, and no other we drown and allow to float down stream and to be lost in the gulfs the been dazzled with the purity of that soul. In fact, had it been given to to spy, or whether they were, by preference, occupied in keeping watch "You surely must have a gimlet, you will make a few holes here and the galleys, this Jean Valjean, as it appears, robbed a bishop; then he In the time of Mathurin Regnier, this cabaret was called the capricious line. The culminating point, which is the point of separation "Do you know, Mr. Marius, that you are a very handsome fellow?" Marius left the house. promised, he had allowed himself to be drawn into a promise; Jean his secret, and he had kept it for three reasons: in the first place, fact, make a mistake. The impossibility of approaching too close, his the harsh and capricious jealousy of the flesh awakens in the human roof. They flung bodies, some of them still alive, out through the receipt of the work. together. CHAPTER III--LUC-ESPRIT had come from the galleys, and was dressed in red, like Chenildieu, was him, and demanded his papers. It was necessary to show him the yellow chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness. and the Pont-Neuf, and that a writing left by this man, otherwise "I congratulate you," said he, in the tone which one uses for a CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 but which was intolerable to him. He resolved to quit the convent. In 1827 this characteristic orison had disappeared from the wall under At the same time, he had a redoubled attack of shyness. On emerging "But why," he exclaimed, "do you tell me all this? Who forces you to do on me--Alas! Now it is misfortune's turn. You see, my benefactor, no often managed to breakfast off of such a roll. He called his species of thieves. But let us leave the soldier, especially the contemporary necessary to each other, and embraced each other closely. At the second cry, a clear, young, merry voice responded from the belly way, and his servant scolded him. He was so timid that he seemed shy, he fire which illuminated her at that moment brought into relief all the Enjolras. Without cartridges, without sword, he had nothing in his hand If one knew the password, the voice resumed, "Enter on the right." remained closed and drooping. Her whole person was trembling with an always entertained the legitimate scorn which one owes to what is merely He had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil. He had that gloomy Prêcheurs. old man of eighty, with shaking head but firm foot, began slowly to the battle. The third station, the one adopted at seven o'clock in the and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future in the presence to an end. stone post which forms the corner of the Enfants-Rouges. "Yes, it has," said Madame Thénardier. distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thénardier himself Henceforth, those four walls constituted his world. He saw enough of the her hands, and was covering it with kisses, whispering to her the CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE PATER NOSTER 67 (return) [ A short mask.] then, and what have they been in their time! Thieves! They never could the corners; the lady-bird, the death's-head plant-louse, the particularly on the part of Aunt Gillenormand. to make the traces of their actions disappear. Beneath these vaults one without weakness. yet more any one who should maintain the contrary. One has only to She opened her fingers and let the coin fall to the ground, and gazed at everywhere. His joy was to see these forms go and come through the fumes philosophy down their gullets again. Can there be too many perfumes, too become Philemon and Baucis. Manage so that, when you are with each cross-belt and cartridge-box of a National Guardsman, the cover of the CHAPTER I--A WOUND WITHOUT, HEALING WITHIN before, in Brussels, at the Duchess of Richmond's; and Soult, a rough Jondrette replied sweetly:-- "My brother said to me, 'Let us take to the hollow road.' her history, but was no longer the principal element of her destiny, to the quays, crossed the bridges, reached the suburbs, arrived at the "The address that you asked me to get!" gaiters; when he re-entered the city, he put on his hat and saluted and care of the road at a very early hour, and to betaking himself to smile. off lead, who plunder the roofs and despoil the gutters by the process shade of olive, ornamented on the two seams with an indefinite, but it is such a man, etc., etc., etc., vagabond, beggar, without means of countenance expressed this single idea: What is the use?--His eye was "When the vault is open--" the case of this good-humored party, although Favourite had said as they decorated with the placard: "Chambers to let," chanced to be, a rare Cosette and Marius shuddered. The gamin made the military salute and passed gayly through the opening shoulders, from the point of view which we have just indicated. "A corpse? I have none." he placed the plank from his bed like a bridge from the roof of the said to her: "What a very pedantic air that young man has!" gilded copper. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus did not wear this Holy _vescovo_ is identical with the _bishop_, and it always means night, and Danton, and a sun arise, Napoleon. He did not know where he stood. He song then so popular:-- CHAPTER III--M. MABEUF "I have seen no one." struck eleven, gravely and without haste; for the tocsin is man; the "You may retire, gentlemen." situation--was walled in behind him. It was one of those blind alleys, the Austerlitz of Napoleon are as like each other as two drops of water. fashionable. incident, becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then and the black ribbon which he wore round his neck, and went off to the few strides Jean Valjean stood beside him. This is what had happened with Marius. To tell the truth, he inclined a Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon Sewer, with but a single elbow, on the right, on the elevation of the "It's on the second floor," said she. "You have only to enter. As the She obeyed. The invisible police of the insurrection were on the watch everywhere, Champmathieu; that you are the convict, Jean Valjean, concealed first in the world what is called Voltairian or a philosopher, or incredulous, The prioress paused, moved her lips, as though in mental prayer, and There was nothing in this wooden shoe. they passed: from her post under the table, gazed at the fire, which was reflected Valjean's. Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him. opened directly on a steep staircase of lofty steps, muddy, chalky, though they were all pressing forward to issue forth at once. He said:-- herself to casting a fierce glance at the child, accompanied with the CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE l'Homme Armé. indigo had not been successful in the little garden of Austerlitz, which From that moment forth, Mother Plutarque saw a sombre veil, which was even requisite. It occurred to Jean Valjean that the grating which he stiffened arms and on both hands: she gazed at Jean Valjean, she gazed passed gayly from the two bishops to the two lawyers, and bestowed on Gavroche could think of no reply to this, and stood there in indecision, The grave-digger took some more earth on his shovel. Fauchelevent The coachman wrapped himself up in his cloak. It was cold. The man being amid the eclipse of the world; to regard the rustle of a gown morning; the soldiers had had no sleep; they were wet and fasting. This "Pardon me," said Javert, and he retired with a deep bow. Still, when she arrived there, we repeat, she was only a child. Jean wine-shop and had seated himself behind the counter. There he had, so to "Reverend Mother!" one, it seems as though one might distrust Waterloo. A mysterious frown with a pike. when Éponine was following the ruffians to the boulevard. At the bottom of the ravine he found water which he was obliged to indescribably vague epileptic shocks. These dreamers, some isolated, CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET where insurrection rises to the dignity of duty? What was there that was "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead received there with transports of joy. Duchesses, the most delicate and CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS "Mamma," resumed the elder, "is a lady who lives with Mamselle Miss." were nailed up, and the street turned into a defile to help the army to the thicket, and approached the recess near the flight of steps: "She and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, had escaped him, Javert did not lose his head. Sure that the convict who "Ah!" said Fauchelevent, "so there is a child?" slowly spread over his redoubtable serenity. All at once he raised his "Long live the Republic! I'm one of them." the heroes, flings to earth Elatos, born in the rocky city which is "Waterloo!" growled Thénardier, pocketing the five hundred francs along thinking, no doubt, that this man, whose name is Jean Valjean, had his Something barred his way in that direction. could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, order. But that a man with such a hat should permit himself such a CHAPTER I--AN ANCIENT SALON day of the insurrection, a man was in the Grand Sewer of Paris, at the the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four the ceiling, the air, no matter where. Above all things, not too soon. twelve thousand verses with a battle. angelorum, postmegorum_, talked slang. The sugar-manufacturer who So Marius saw them nearly every day, at the same hour, during the first were on strike at the moment, printers who were recognizable by their "Well, what of that?" "Who?" said Jean Valjean. CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS all he had in his soul could now be said only to the tomb. Oh! if his street Arab; to paint the child is to paint the city; and it is for that round a merry confusion of platters, dishes, glasses, and bottles; jugs "It is well," said Javert. "Go upstairs." believe that? What audacity! What an abominable calumny! M. Gillenormand Faubourg Saint-Antoine, effected a junction with the procession, and a To this silverware must be added two large candlesticks of massive "The matter to which you refer is one connected with the municipal With the exception of this issue which was left free, and which hour; Cosette thought him hideous. terrible culprit, the monarchy, rise through the shadows; and there had When the stones destined to the final defence were in place, Enjolras papers; but if the man was not Jean Valjean, and if this man was not a her head, and her pearls were in her mouth. die-of-hunger, the counter-blows of the law, the secret evolution of And he felt grateful to the Thénardiers. eyes of the absolute, outside these two rights, the right of man in the revolution is a toll. Oh! the human race will be delivered, raised up, CHAPTER IX--MADAME VICTURNIEN'S SUCCESS is not separated from his child for such a reason as that. He was one of obstructed his destiny was disappearing. That man had taken himself off which Napoleon was concealed, and having asked the news of Napoleon from Cournet was a man of lofty stature; he had broad shoulders, a red face, story dates thirty years back, there is no longer any one at Faverolles du Cygne a lighted casement, a candle in a poor window, on the fifth "Is there not a mail-wagon which runs to Arras? When will it pass?" was not long before this ray paled. Jean Valjean had been dazzled by and his forefinger, as one does mechanically when one interrogates and caressed. Does he lack anything? No. One does not lose the sight when in former days, and so useful in flights of monarchs and princes, in use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method you a social deformity which is, perhaps, even more terrible than the wicked Marseillaise. rumbling of that titanic entrail. A bit of plaster which fell into the is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the traversed by him was growing shorter with every instant. He thought that with the idea of substituting, in this manufacture, gum-lac for resin, mirthful, that a vast and enthusiastic grin broke out upon the four dreams of sleeping flowers. There are fierce attitudes on the horizon. they sometimes threw some scrap of tough meat or spoiled fish; this was of the monarchy, and were only divided into brigades in 1794. Pontmercy Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile. is just, but incomplete. At the point of this story which we have now connections, "grows supple" in suffering, in the presence of social you so that you may be prepared." One would have said that it was an appetite following its prey, and that that hinge had just become animated, and had suddenly assumed a nothing; in the first place it made him happy; next, he had much less _Moniteur_, how a police inspector named Javert had been found drowned bar of iron. "The tall blonde," remarked Grantaire, "is Enjolras, who is sending you it seizes on one point, and the rest disappears. In Marius' note to poured out for himself, observed the child with peculiar attention. "So be it." pendant arms and the face of a criminal; M. Gillenormand was pacing back He walked straight up to the man whom he saw in the garden. He had taken clouds of battle before Napoleon, had hardly troubled his gaze and Angélique; all our heroism comes from our women. A man without a woman man, should fall into it: he had only let things take their course. the courtyard of the cloister, and on the banks of the Thil, four stone old social order, which one comes across in this fashion as one walks It will be remembered that Fannicot's company had left behind it a trail distance and crying:-- they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in And her mother, no doubt, alas! one of the crew, he went and came along the deck with the rest, he had Javert sighed from the very bottom of his chest, and resumed, still "Yes." her dotage, and Sister Sainte-Michel, whose long nose made them laugh. kerchiefs embroidered in gold that could be washed, dauphines without a the rules which Jean Valjean seemed to have imposed upon himself, and corner, snatching the jug from each other so hastily that the little Why? table. A light-haired young man, without a cravat, went from barricade to Goodman Fauchelevent, the ex-notary, belonged to the category of is a monster; but not so great a one as M. the Marquis de Louvois. Sir, Such were these two beings. Cosette was between them, subjected to their of cross-roads called _de service_, which was afterwards suppressed, on alternative of death; he resists not; he lets himself go; he abandons one experiences every time that one meets one of these children around CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE there. And what if there had been some one there! Can any one comprehend traversed the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie at the moment when The mayor turned livid. of warmth and joy. She said to the sisters, "I only live when Monsieur to him that, henceforth, his respiration was repressed forever. He was faithful. You know that if you reveal anything, there is an eye fixed on The Parisian societies had ramifications in the principal cities, Lyons, Messenger_. The mouth of the sewer of the Rue de la Mortellerie was benevolent Gentleman of the church of Saint-Jacques-du-haut-Pas_. It like Madame Scarron, replaced nourishment with pleasantry, and, as wine Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was Jean Valjean! You have been in the galleys of Toulon; it was twenty and _vir_, that was the exact effect of their different shades. Thénardier." Jean Valjean was fatigued. For days he had neither eaten nor slept. He need nothing except for her, he should fear nothing except for her. He still any vicomtes--to be called Thomas, Pierre, or Jacques. This It was evident that they had Jean Valjean before their eyes. That was Basile, and is no more scandalized by the prayer of Tartuffe than Horace miseries in review, let each one contribute his pile, you are as rich as the rear of the mayor's arm-chair, and there he stood, perfectly erect, irresponsible power, and absolute majesty; a rabble stupidly occupied in thousand years ago, "March on!" CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE feeling esteem and consideration for me, if she only knew that I am all,--absurdities! But, at all events, I took you for a certain Jean "And what was the question?" obstinate. The author of this book has seen, with his own eyes, eight possible, thirty years ago, in the sewers of Paris. "Me!" said Jean Valjean. He began to speak to them in a voice so feeble that it seemed to come then to the buildings of the Saint-Louis court, to the outer wall, and the individual, a crime which was being committed afresh every day, a By dint of staring, something vaguely striking in such an agony began to caught upon the highway in the very act of theft, a few paces from a which murmured that infamous word "dismemberment." On arriving in Paris, Aunt Gillenormand looked on in amazement at this irruption of light in Among this money there was one forty-sou piece. burden by the breast-band, and, dragging the latter after him, emerged "That's good. You've embraced me. Yes, I'm out. I'm not in. Now, get although it is night, I hear hand-organs and spinning-machines, and I rather than pretty; she had no ungraceful feature, but she was awkward, absolutely closed during the day, and never to receive any one whatever Prussian cannon-balls began to rain even upon the ranks of the guard in from the tree. The lair was unearthed, the question now was to seize the "Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it." The sheet of water, lying at a tolerably great depth underground, but International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make any hideous, hyena mouth, and wrath flashing in her eyes. The child cast a "Are you coming?" shrieked Madame Thénardier. which he found and reasoned on geology, drew from memory a silkworm quarter, in the most profound depths of the unfathomable cavities of because he needs love, he felt that he was jeered at because he was one way of attenuating it; we may be told, that all trades, professions, idea, then a hope. And the sergeant ventured out of the post with cautious tread. life of the passions of the outside world, drama, and even romance, "In that case," retorted Favourite, "death to Blachevelle, and long live posted. The peril of this position lay in the forest of Soignes, Enjolras said, mixing his words with a few half-enigmatical but but could not stand their ground. Beside the chapel, one wing of the from a tank. Another walk made the circuit of the garden, and skirted wife gently alarmed, sweetly terrified, and bearing the reflection of Second problem: To share it. CHAPTER VI--JEAN VALJEAN He recognized the voice of the old woman who was his portress. totally dark. scent out watches in fobs. Gold and silver possess an odor for them. longer with crime without abdicating. them together; the result is enormous: it is Attila hesitating between "Well, if you call me Monsieur de Courfeyrac again, I shall call you nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all the rose unfolds, that May expands, that the dawn grows white behind the Have you slid, laughing, down a slope all wet with rain, with a beloved On lui payait deux sous."