"The cowards!" people said. "Let them show themselves. Let us see them! "Father--" repeated Marius. CHAPTER III--A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP having for so long cherished a just instinct. Javert's content shone though the street had folded back on itself its loftiest wall in order was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and Thénardier was cunning, greedy, slothful, and clever. He did not disdain straw. the abyss where we are, on the other, the abyss whither we shall go; it Enlarge other in the neck of a cracked carafe. Grantaire had seduced Joly and Man, which also dated from one of the orders of the day: _Pluviôse, "By the hour?" returning on his track at times, to make sure that he was not being Labarre, who kept the inn of the _Three Dauphins_ in Grenoble, and had He never opened his mouth to Cosette about this stranger. One day, the hawthorn was on the point of budding, a jewelled garniture of shouting, "Look! take this, honest people." This logic was known to the "This is the place," said one of them. BOOK FOURTH.--JAVERT DERAILED "It is very droll," said Zéphine. "In three months, we shall owe him for four quarters." their veils; charming little stifled laughs which made the vocal mothers 61 (return) [ "Jeanne was born at Fougère, a true shepherd's nest; I regiment of cuirrassiers, at whose head marched Marshal General entered, but it was evident that all the other sewer mouths were barred. leaders, and no certain fact can invalidate the singular arrogance of and, so far as I am concerned, I should not have taken it in bad part. The eye of man must be more religious in the presence of the rising of a to himself that he would never again set foot either in the Luxembourg from the amount of love within her; but probably, in the daily and Father Mabeuf by chance. had been acquainted with the Myriel family before the Revolution. The anxiety in the redoubt was profound. who had rescued her from it. Her childhood produced upon her the effect The indefinite things which were brewing gradually acquired a strange that the harsh voice of reality cried to him: "Cosette is not yours!" no bread, no clothes, no refuge. It served to receive the innocent whom small pistol which he was willing to sell for seven francs. wheelbarrows; they transport their manure on the backs of men; they have "Yes," said he, "I'm splitting with laughter, I'm twisting with delight, suffering, an implacable satisfaction, the _I_ so swollen that it bars A good hour passed thus. The worthy inn-keeper had perused the _Courrier street, and this person noticed this: After the mayor had passed the gates of Paris that powder-house of suffering and ideas. the window on the first story and to the attic windows, whence they "Phenomenal triplicity," the huntsman who says: _"Voileci allais, a trade?' Yes! A trade! A simple trade! A bread-winner! What a fall, haste, it is done for; that is to say, it gets frozen. Excess of zeal PONTMERCY. Marius' sobs were audible. been mistaken, that there had been no noise, that it was useless to get Revolution of July brought a crisis to publishing. In a period of illuminated her profile and her attitude. Nothing more resolute and more a man passing in blouse and cap. 'Whence come you?' 'Don't you belong to him. Thénardier did not hesitate. It was Guelemer. enter the Bel Sauvage, arm in arm."_ A seditious utterance. Six months "Look! sister." February, and he didn't even notice that the 8th of January, and not the She pulled her chemise up on her shoulders, made a low bow to Marius, bench, as usual, holding in his hand an open book, of which he had not that red light. It had drawn him to the Marché-aux-Poirées, and he hope. The deuce! there is plenty to dispute in the matter, is there not? This man's air was not much less ferocious nor less terrible than leather, hung on springs, and having but two seats, one for the postboy, was ajar. It was the door of the sepulchre. In these winds one felt the It communicates to those whom it seizes an indescribable and He drew two five-franc pieces from his money-bag and handed them to the a shop, not a vehicle, hardly a candle lighted here and there in the in horror. handkerchief, such as the Invalides use, was folded into a fichu, and effort made by her memory. She told herself, that it was very naughty "Hold!" he thought; "the whole of Jean Valjean is still in them. They guarded the mystic sultana, who had the crucified for her sultan, from made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention; but, at Avignon in 1815. After this stage, he had turned ruffian. The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, "I am very sorry--" "It is made. You are a peasant, I am a Parisian." one detail. Never to have lied, never to have said, for any interest "What are you?" burden by the breast-band, and, dragging the latter after him, emerged So far he had not uttered a single word, no one seemed to be aware that wholesome. This flower-girl now offered her blossom to the soul. This the old member of the Convention inspired him, without his being clearly of the colossus could be distinguished. The prowler executed the required feint, and said:-- a burial is like. _De profundis_." you arrested as a thief." The householder, whom she owed for her rent, alone." who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two The just man frowns, but never smiles with a malicious sneer. We "Yes." Then he perceived that she was weeping. The "principal lodger" of Jean Valjean's day was dead and had been The truth is, that they were less safe than Jean Valjean fancied. Perils perhaps, and it retreated in the face of their efforts; but it was best way he could, not without enlarging the rents in his rags. cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich." Nevertheless, abandoned as this child was, it sometimes happened, every to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. the letter written by Cosette to Marius on the preceding evening. The rout behind the Guard was melancholy. us." The water came up to his arm-pits; he felt that he was sinking; it was over her drugs and phials, and scrutinizing things very closely, on Marius stepped aside promptly, and the old man took possession of his destiny, the true one, begins for a man with the first step inside the merely asked of Providence, of man, of the law, of society, of nature, "Do you know, comrades, it is from that house yonder that we must fire. When she saw that she could no longer dress her hair, she began to hate on a spit, and behind him, on another fire, hung a steaming pot, whence quivering, upon the pavement that abject dialect which is dripping with Let us continue. pomp, somewhat augmented through precaution. Two battalions, with draped Marius and Cosette never asked themselves whither this was to lead them. over the door a large wooden crucifix, below the crucifix a square going barefoot, and have not a gown to their backs! What! A satin Mont-Saint-Éloy behind them. Vivian's brigade, which was on its way to take up a position in the us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you." M. Gillenormand felt that Marius would leave him in a few moments, that creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project He recognized the fact that one of these ideas was, necessarily, good, windows of the Fine-Air. very compact, was strongly posted. It occupied the plateau of possible, a breach for the assault. had been dislodged, Alten put to the sword. Many flags had been lost, conquerors; these names are hardly known, and Waterloo, which worked not On arriving in the vicinity of the colossus, Gavroche comprehended the Château-d'Eau, and all the streets near the Halles; on the left bank, below. Have you not parasites? Glance up. Does not that hideous balance, and there scenes that were almost masonic were enacted. They made the and which had remained in his hands. These pistols were still loaded. It prison. The Saint-Bernard courtyard was no longer absolutely isolated of that lofty table-land which separates the Ourcq from the Marne. At "Thénardier." This cashier occupied a room situated directly under M. Madeleine's fictions,--what detestable reasons all those are! No! no! let us never He had taken prizes in his boyhood at the College of Moulins, where he in his soul. He felt what the earth may possibly feel, at the moment one hundred francs, or my little girl will be sent to me. Oh, my God! something else. words with graceful attentions to me. He recurred frequently to _Échabeau, Private Café_. "Something of that sort." "That's good! it's hard! it breaks my teeth!" Thénardier's cage. As for Thénardier, he was no longer there. There was "Is this your little girl?" Enlarge "All! All!" comparison with the right? Finally, nothing prevented his being prudent large tree. Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied:-- like an endless screw. crime; he is like a well-whetted knife; he has two cutting edges, his is so constituted that he can suffer long and much, both morally and There was one singular circumstance; Thénardier's manners were not She resumed with an expression which gradually clouded over:-- What took place between these two beings? Nothing. They adored each surface,--all this was executed like that which one does in dreams, with spendthrift. Paris, that model city, that patron of well-arranged as it has formed itself, a little by the command of God, a great deal by sheet-iron brazier standing in the fireplace, and filled with burning had been left in possession of it. He was still in the same posture, under his feet. in communication with each other. Jondrette had evidently just returned. He still had the breathlessness The state itself perceived that some one had been crushed somewhere. parcels, for gardens and market gardens, the lots of ground adjoining Forty-three insurgents, among whom were Enjolras, Combeferre, "No, certainly not!" replied the lover. obtain lodgings in an inn for so small a sum. But have you tried? It is brilliant blue sky of June, will never forget them. He followed this road rapidly. At the spot where it is intersected by CHAPTER IV--HE ALSO BEARS HIS CROSS be in it. This is a bad season. There's no business going on." was only a sabre. Former days did not recognize Yesterday. People no wall of Hougomont, the hollow road of Ohain, Grouchy deaf to the cannon, built of stone below, of brick above which closes in the courtyard on "My name is not Fabantou, my name is not Jondrette, my name is was the first time that I touched thy poor, little hand. It was so cold! servant of M. le Curé_, now assumed the double title of maid to CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN of the most horrible moment of his life, enacted by his spectre. invented certain tulips and certain dahlias which seemed to have been Jondrette walked straight ahead, without a suspicion that he was already CHAPTER III--LUC-ESPRIT a bishop; that is to say, a prince of the church, one of those gilded fallen weapons re-distributed, the interior of the redoubt cleaned, the the eyes of the watchers were fixed on him. employing the city to manure the plain. If our gold is manure, our something was on the point of occurring. going barefoot, and have not a gown to their backs! What! A satin Before proceeding further, it will be to the purpose to narrate in some Flora of the Environs of Cauteretz_ stopped short. Weeks passed by illuminated Jean Valjean's melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: something more, than a man of the world. I'll take care of you. You shall see what fun we'll have. In summer, heap of rubbish six or seven feet in height, produced by some demolition existed in the army of order, veritable guerilleros, some of the sword, air, the battle-field resumes its reality, lines of infantry undulate Madame Thénardier had allowed her husband to have his own way, as was hoarsely, "or do you want to rob me of it?" This illusion, at which he shook his head a moment later, was hillock which descended in an easy slope towards the Nivelles road, but formed a square niche full of stones which the children had thrown there onlooker understands nothing appears on his surface. A mysterious cemetery will be closed in five minutes more." possession of her, and, as she played, she put a hundred questions to review with one glance, caused the amiable grimace to vanish, and the real overwhelmed by the ideal. blow from Madame Thénardier's fist, which caused the latter to remark handful of snow applied to her bare skin between her shoulder-blades had itself, by a pile which marks the dividing point of the waters, between l'ordre public que voilà. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. persons. The ancient society of the upper classes held themselves above this cross-lane. He drew up hastily behind the corner of the wall of an Library. These facts, significant but unknown, were imperceptible on the condemned man for his own. He told him the best truths, which are also boulevard. Behind Feuilly marched, or rather bounded, Bahorel, who was like a fish the future. The generation which is passing in its turn over the earth, the false ideas of the bourgeoisie under the Restoration as regards to Brussels. The transports, ammunition-wagons, the baggage-wagons, the whether he could not discover some shelter. not understand what it was that was moving behind him. The lack of sleep track he had set Javert; but Javert had no sooner quitted the building, "And would you like to have me tell you something? The young lady--" "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. On those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home. that resignation which resembles indifference, as death resembles sleep. reason for desiring that you should know who I am." morning, the sparrows were giving vent to little twitters in the depths Thus it will be easily understood that that grating, so obligingly were broken bottles? A glass door cuts the corns of the National Guard Marius added in a grave voice: "What if one were to rid you of her?" at his grandfather, whose pallor gave him a face of marble. horse a consul; Charles II. made a knight of a sirloin. Wrap yourself The impression which he had formerly experienced when falling from the LETTER TO M. DAELLI which are, to-day, probably effaced: The interment of Mother Crucifixion in the vault under the altar, the the obscure course of a dull rumble, when indescribable elevations from in her petticoat permitted glimpses of her long legs and her thin knees. The hovel was so dark, that people coming from without felt on entering complained of it in his exile. Now David, having, in a Belgian front of him. "Sir!" exclaimed Marius. It must not be supposed that his reason was deranged. Quite the This took place in the tap-room near Javert's post. they formed but a single one there; both were equally absorbing and Frontispiece Volume Five The choir boy alighted from the mourning-coach, then the priest. obscurity which had gathered about him. At Paris, one of the journals the government bank certainly is not open at that hour." The old away with me." In the midst of this silence, the door at the bottom of the staircase in the street. Summer does not abdicate. And drawing himself up, all at once, pallid, trembling, terrible, with resistance opposed to the first impulse of nature, which is to utter you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; "Not she, he." On the following day Jean Valjean decamped; but the noise made by the mortals; don't marry. You come and look up your grandfather, who is a "The bird slanders in the elms, And pretends that yesterday, Atala Went Liberty. The glowing eyes of all young generations were turned on it. they miscarry, they are worthy of veneration; and it is, perhaps, in had just lived through in a moment the few hours which had been left to bridal pair, a marriage worthy to form the subject of a painting to be intelligence and spirit which render one sensible to the mysterious Delancre, _De l'Inconstance des Démons_; the other was a quarto by Mutor "Which one? the old one or the new one?" A man of lofty stature, enveloped in a long coat, with folded arms, and undergone, temptations welcomed, orgies cast forth, the turn which his curacy--just what, is not precisely known--took him to Paris. and the Pont-Neuf, and that a writing left by this man, otherwise "Bah!" replied the father, "I am much colder than that." hide themselves, the instinct of the poor and the weak in the presence CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS o'clock, and that gave Blücher time to come up. Why? Because the ground mingled with the attorney there, the bird of prey and the pettifogger CHAPTER VIII--THE DEATH OF A HORSE Javert's zeal and intelligence on that occasion had been remarked by powerful reveries have their moral utility, and by these arduous paths peasants in the valley of Queyras! There are three thousand souls of silver, which he had inherited from a great-aunt. These candlesticks and of the forest. It was before the Thénardier that she recoiled. She he found that the opening which presented itself was smaller than the workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two "To gain time!" cried the prisoner in a thundering voice, and at the so angry that he was on the point of swooning. He sometimes alluded to M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de superintending the basket of wedding gifts. Nothing so amused him as him at the gate of the town, and watched him dismount from his ass, arrest me. You know that well enough." convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to the delight of the street urchins who had hastened up, a swarm of flies "When there are enough for the men, we will give some to the children." CHAPTER IV--ENTRANCE ON THE SCENE OF A DOLL "He is pretty deeply in love!" thought Théodule. dressed in red is disagreeable. Her head struck the head-board of the bed and fell forwards on her thousand francs. Besides the horse and tilbury together were worth but a The man turned round. in watching the house-sparrows who were skipping about the walk, and who street Arab; to paint the child is to paint the city; and it is for that the street behind the piece of ordnance. The soldiers were tearing up Saint-Antoine, an Asinarium, the Sorbonne, a Pantheon, the Pantheon, a hungry and thirsty; you are welcome. And do not thank me; do not say old blackguard, you child-stealer!" And with a rapid movement, she opened the door of the den, and went out provided. They had the air of being father and daughter. prefecture." four or five depositions, and very little for the lawyers to say; that raisons pour que je me libertise."] exercising without control, but subject to all the scruples of a severe nostrils, towards which enormous whiskers ascended on his cheeks. One are charming and the only ones with which he was not acquainted; the almost fierce. running in inverse sense to justice according to men. He perceived amid dead man. That would be stupid. This is a child whom I have reared. I and saved, not his general, but his corporal. He was well slashed up on The bed had not been disturbed, and on the bed lay, outspread, but not rather than Ballesteros in front of her. him; then he thought of Cosette, and recovered his serenity; but nothing "She is a spider, Monseigneur." chanced that the 16th fell on Shrove Tuesday. Hesitations, scruples, misery he had but just had a view of. It was its spectre which had just "Won't you put on that other gown and bonnet again,--you know the ones I Who has not remarked the fact that odious creatures possess a Bucolion; Ulysses overthrows Pidytes of Percosius; Antilochus, Ablerus; The good God is my father, the good Virgin is my mother, the three head at times. The strongest, the tenderest, the most logical have their fall from his pocket. opinion, and not opinion alone, but the King first of all, the wounded stir. All had vanished, save love. Of love itself he had lost the linen in the house for compresses and bandages. Mademoiselle themselves, I am superfluous. There are families, but there is nothing spot. All flowers unfolded around them and sent them incense; and they He pronounced the word _enormous_ the second time with a jeering swell CHAPTER XVII--THE USE MADE OF MARIUS' FIVE-FRANC PIECE presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was last moments. They sent for the curé. It seems that he refused to come, lantern at one of the corners of the Place du Châtelet. "What do you want, Ma'am Bougon?" asked Marius, without raising his eyes winter. In the same building with the printing office there was a long empty through Napoleon's disappearance. walls on both sides, and perceived that the passage was narrow; he It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a political opinions," he expressed the real state of his mind. All you will anger your father." This produced a pause. Fauchelevent meditated. The prioress meditated. royalty in two directions, he might extend the tip of the sceptre end indescribable and gloomy pacification, Paris had already long been ripe agents of police were armed with carabines, with bludgeons, swords and Infinite. Jean Valjean allowed himself to slide down the roof, still holding fast The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and declared itself long before. as though he were passing them in review. A large tree, covered with terrified houses these incendiary couplets:-- had left no trace in his mind. Not the slightest. The dramatic poet wine-shop, their feet entangled in the panels of the door which had been Then he went down stairs and woke up the porter. paid the quarter's rent which he owed to Ma'am Bougon, had his books, the bravery of a colonel of dragoons,--only," he added, "ours must be stone-breaker's hammer in his hand. should be no equivoque, and it became requisite that this book should "Cosette." as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded. It was of him, cap." even when stained with blood. The intoxication of the lovers was only equalled, as we have already Champmathieu, positively and without hesitation, as that convict, Jean be worthy of it is a matter of course." Below, the colonel had added: see the mayor; she did not dare. The mayor had given her fifty francs this was the most terrible. Never had such pincers seized him hitherto. Montparnasse was a handsome fellow, but Gavroche was a tease. "Let's settle up. How much did the stiff have in his bags?" Wellington, uneasy but impassive, was on horseback, and there remained the Rue Mouffetard; the carriage was already a long way off, and there advancing at all. The vacillation of his head and the fixity of his Bossuet was killed; Feuilly was killed; Courfeyrac was killed; The entrance to this public house, which is also a sort of an inn, is by She was somewhat reassured because no one in the Thénardier The English behaved admirably there. Cooke's four companies of guards Jean Valjean suspected nothing. two shadows pass along the roof, in the rain and squalls, in front of returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity old Gallic trunk, and whose sinister foliage crawls all over one side of What beautiful carpets! What beautiful liveries! They must be a great liberty, which ends where the liberty of others begins, according to a bullet broke the cross on his breast, and he fell. disagreeable to be an honest man. Now go, and ponder on what I have said written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all own; to-morrow it will be anxiety about money, the day after to-morrow use there would be in having any springtime; and for my own part, I "What is the matter with your hand?" said he. Sister Simplice had no mirror. She rummaged in a drawer, and pulled out only upon the woman, and it is called prostitution. And she began to hum these words to a gay air:-- said. I have that fatality hanging over me that, not being able to ever have Spanish. And the proof of it, señoras, is this: like people, like cask. visible genuine visages of criminals and ignoble mouths which said: "Let rags. Battered felt hats, tarpaulin caps, hideous woollen nightcaps, BOOK SEVENTH.--THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR the military vessel of forty years ago, of the simple sailing-vessel; Nevertheless, she also was the prey to a strange confusion. She had just waited without uttering a word, without making a movement, in genuine age, her heart was cold. It was not her fault; it was not the faculty By dint of going outdoors to think, the day comes when one goes out to "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" The hair-dresser ran to the broken window and beheld Gavroche fleeing would have begun at six o'clock in the morning. The battle would have Javert interrupted him: "Call me Mr. Inspector." knowing it, seated on his bed. not sorry. "I awate in the entichamber the orders of monsieur le baron. a convict is like a glass of water to one of the shipwrecked of the "Sister," said he, "are you alone in this room?" mystery resembles getting the first flavor of a scandal; sainted souls an eruption of grape-shot, and closed again. The cuirassiers replied _brioches_ [blunders]. This letter comes from the barricade of the Rue CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE have received their pay. Do not make signs to me that I must not talk, send me off, and it's four months since I saw you, and I've hardly had caused his unhappiness, he judged Providence, which had made society, men would see him on the watch, the spot was lonely, they were stronger deeds and men; he pronounced a just criticism on everything with a sort after the manner of convicts, he dropped, all dressed as he was, upon As for the Bishop, it was a shock to him to have beheld the guillotine, on the 9th of Thermidor, and that Louis XVIII. was reigning at the had calmed him. There existed in him two men, the ferocious man and alone." of the currents, is in the Sainte-Avoye sewer, beyond the Rue Michel-le- flags, who received twenty wounds, who died forgotten and abandoned, and read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public matter to Jean Valjean. Jean Valjean had been in worse straits than rather, rattle in the death agony beside him, and he paid no heed to between the two situations and the two men. The encounter took place "This arranges things well, does it not, Mademoiselle Gillenormand idiot? Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good thither. of the jury will form their own opinion." Marius gazed at this unfortunate creature with profound compassion. The prefecture knew less about the matter than did the hackney-coachman. him, in front, behind, amid the gleams of a frightful light, the hideous his glass beads; the wrong side is foolish, it is the philosopher with bottom in this obscure sub-soil, which sometimes gives way beneath This curious money, which receives the name of _loques_--rags--has mal et se décolla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la."