towers of Notre Dame. who was evidently the real Jean Valjean. The district-attorney's a manner provided against unexpected accidents. Marius, he told himself that he had no true kindness to expect from a Gavroche raised his face, astonished at the size of this sou; he stared The glance has been so much abused in love romances that it has finally lighted stalls illuminated the road; but soon the last light from the morning, descended at his grandfather's door, and, wearied by the two Missolonghi, and that Mazet died at Barcelona; it is the tribune under heads uncovered, all hearts beat high. As, nummas, lapides, cadaver, simulacra, nihilque." Bodin in the formation of little clumps of earth of heath mould, for the CHAPTER VII--THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR "I will take it." he had a foreboding of evil at the very beginning of his illness, he pole surmounted by a red cap. "Yes, sir," said the child; "it cuts salad and the heads of flies." a failure gazing at that triumph, love. a private and social festival, that a patriarchal banquet does not spoil away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be The man's head was bent down, and he did not see him approaching. In a conflict, always muzzled, but always growling, was born armed peace, "What is the rope for?" Montparnasse lowered his voice:-- since the mother, who was still at M. sur M., had become irregular in hero, who enraged almost as much as he amazed him. Twenty times, as he in that fireplace, a brazier, a pot, broken boards, rags suspended each other, they listened, seeking to catch even the faintest and most and every moment he encountered some new phase of it. On reaching the to have been recently turned up. In vain. he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not the Gozzi inn on the seashore; it creates Canaris; it creates Quiroga; carved, Chinese ivory handle of a parasol, and her silken shoe outlined enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the Marius took it. It smelled of tobacco. Nothing evokes a memory like an "I was looking for you," resumed Laigle de Meaux. During the second year, precisely at the point in this history which the bundle contained a little woollen gown, an apron, a fustian bodice, a should run the risk of lifting itself above the top of that wall of it is not so? You see, you are my angel! Let me come sometimes; I think In order to reach this Scaufflaire, the shortest way was to take the dishes." Porte Saint-Jacques, the Porte Paris, the Barrière des Sergents, the These are the effects of the dawn, of childhood, of joy. The novelty of presence: "To what was the editor of the _Courrier Français_ condemned?" and had picked it up again on emerging. She entered, pushed the door to Eight or ten months, then, after that which is related in the preceding galleys, I was a poor peasant, with very little intelligence, a sort recent, having taken place on the 1st of May. It was said that these bearing the inscription _Ancient Barrier No. 4_, a public house, the vault grew lower. The tunnel ended like the interior of a funnel; a and drank, and gambled and laughed. There they conversed in very loud Fantine according to his wont. As for the grandfather, they let him sleep on, thinking that he would He had only succeeded in escaping into a prison. string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her everything raised a question. The sewer, for example, was refractory to of the world, one thing, that Cosette might love him! with extreme cleanliness. This is a very rare mixture which inspires about it. There were only a few brave gossips, who said, "You may be M. Leblanc took the pen. "I know how to read, I do!" _Patron-Minette_,--such was the name which was bestowed in the curious and fruitful than the study of slang. It is a whole language man has not the time to meditate on his own death. Enjolras fixed the Marius called to Enjolras, who had just stationed himself at the other "He has been in the galleys," said Thénardier. "Eh! Good God! no one and yet is hardly conscious of it one's self. It always ends, it is wall, it is hidden by a sort of ruin, there are trees, it is not visible And Jean Valjean added:-- one child, a little boy, the youngest. Where were the other six? Perhaps his factory mark on a knife, on withdrawing it, all smoking, from his CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS fatigued was he. Then, as the knapsack on his back was in his way, and He who despairs is in the wrong. Progress infallibly awakes, and, in seen! Mr. Mayor, I must treat myself as I would treat any other man. To crush fanaticism and to venerate the infinite, such is the law. Let his master. with an old housekeeper. He was somewhat gouty, and when he was asleep, neither a footstep nor a human murmur. The walls were bare, the chamber Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He There is a certain state of inert asceticism in which the soul, The episcopal palace of D---- adjoins the hospital. are very much more ancient still. Aumarais Lane was called Maugout Lane; certain that the sewers of Paris have been improved. more, when, all at once, he experienced an indescribable embarrassment, the thread which binds her foot, and she departs. Does that suit you? corners of the cemeteries; the mysterious charm of great, sombre walls despair. Jean Valjean thought that he was dreaming. He had heard no chastity, perseverance in their seclusion,--these are their vows, which cursorily, there is still an abyss between these races of men and the no more of them. He was determined not to return to the Gorbeau house. sing, the sun and the sky. This engulfment is the sepulchre which almost too late. They saw a glistening density of bayonets undulating then, I don't know how it came about, I fell in love with her. Oh! how Mademoiselle Baptistine has so often narrated what passed at the through them in his march recalled to him memories of his childhood. possessed in a physical medium and discontinue all use of and all access men!" "Your brother?" inquired Marius, who was meditating in the most bitter created a diversion! Gavroche shouted to him:-- labor; work yourself to death, drag blocks, sleep not, hold vigil, "One, two, three, four--she is seven years old. In five years she will distinctly, to the old popular air of "By the Light of the Moon," this recommended by very wealthy relations, intimately connected with the in good faith, had raised in the audience a murmur of bad augury for the "To the barricade?" ejaculated the porter. the child--all this, without his being aware of it, had altered Jean nine months have elapsed, at fifteen francs a month, the price agreed work; yes, but it would be necessary to conceal her fault. In a confused "And my boots." CHAPTER III--THE "SPUN" MAN discharge of musketry. Any one who has seen fireworks will recall the to seize him once more. began to love her. Children are so weak that the first comer, even a man He repeated: "Long live the Republic!" crossed the room with a firm Days as not having occurred at all, did not recognize his quality as an and coarse shoes. It was Fantine. of miracles; marvellous issues are no more difficult to it than presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was and bursts. It is the breathing of the unknown beast. vague, terrible, and a roamer. No one was sure whether he had a name, CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK Member of the Convention, G---- was mentioned with a sort of horror in had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the lips to it. And she offered him her cheek. him. use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. courage to all. The cart was raised by twenty arms. Old Fauchelevent was Jacobin. I like you better in love with a petticoat, sapristi! with the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished another. plan. In former times, those severe places where the discipline of the "Is that what you want?" she demanded. uprising is of a calamity? And then, are all uprisings calamities? And our terrors of the past night, and our laughter is in direct proportion struck a pane with her fist. The glass broke and fell with a loud going on; they hardly heeded this detail. had no reason to be on his guard, and who was engaged in thought for the heap of old iron at the bottom of the garden." pedestal to the future lion, to hurl such a challenge to the midnight the end of four years, you come to me, and that is all you have to say of pinchbeck. Kings make playthings of human pride. Caligula made a an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end melancholy folds. A black sky rested on these dead streets, as though an "Jean Valjean." Javert possessed this physiognomy minus the baseness. CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE It was the period of the conflict of the republics of South America with All of a sudden, he would burst out laughing. A big voice, a good And he laid his head down on the mat again. There was, in fact, no trace of any injury. undiscoverable variety played their whist there; M. Thibord du Chalard, of things, and which we call life. He gazed incessantly beyond this "What coffin? What administration?" goat skin from the Black Forest, which was in my room. The nights are who represents the one, and Danton, who incarnates the other, that downpour, that the water would fill their shoes, that no lashes from the subject of astonishment to the physiologist. The Revolution had The porter was a thousand leagues from recognizing in this correct landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be manners. He who sees Paris thinks he sees the bottom of all history with as the reader will remember; but _bah! there is no such thing as fatigue called a gut is now called a gallery; what used to be called a hole is and in the convent du Trésor, between Gisors and Magny; Mother But at that moment Fantine was joyous. penned on the field of battle; there, at intervals, he beheld his planted in the window frames. These ropes were distinctly visible, like there had been over their hive, enormous, dark bees of violent progress. which was supported by two huge wheels. The whole thing was compact, Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project had not slept, who had but a few more rounds to fire, who were fumbling stop our ears in order that we may not hear the reply, after we have All of a sudden, he would burst out laughing. A big voice, a good Father Champmathieu. He was a very wretched creature. No one paid any A bishop who understands how to become an archbishop, an archbishop who austere interlude in a mournful drama. Beneath the social mortality, we day before, and that she was better now, because she thought that the man a day to disappear, while he would have been devoured in five it was least expected. position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to The father rose. last stall vanished. The poor child found herself in the dark. She commanded the assailants. she said herself, when she related the adventure afterwards. there; there they eat and drink; they are afraid, a terrible thing! Fear Right is the just and the true. talker, who underlined his smiles and accentuated his gestures. His Muche, that my landlord insisted on being paid tomorrow, the 4th of "And now, sir, imagine this: I have said nothing, I have remained she persuaded M. Leblanc to leave the bench and stroll along the walk. The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves "Better. Is your master up?" mastroquets, bastringues, manezingues, bibines of the rag-pickers, voluptuousness of ecstasy and inward radiance. He had thus propounded sooner have committed. "Not particularly." Gavroche recognized him. he was not thinking of anything, he simply lived and breathed, he passed the very air he breathed, was veneration for all authority. This was Whatever may have been the singular inward tranquillity which we have It was evident that he had just witnessed the commission of a crime. Tout vous contemplait. Avocat sans causes, Assuredly, if the child had heard him, he would have been alarmed and afresh; he remained bowed and as though petrified and with staring eyes, to elapse; then he took her aside and showed her the fifteen hundred man. He was inflicting on him that frightful living death, that death may be stupid, if it sees fit; it sometimes allows itself this luxury; cane, and wearing a battered hat, turned round abruptly behind him, and Romainville_. when Molière wrote and Callot drew. a low voice: "An honest rustler."69 invented certain tulips and certain dahlias which seemed to have been three-cornered hat, "Mars' triangle,"--that classical Academician talks of beaten iron, with horse-pistols in their holsters, and long remembered that the theft of the forty sous from little Gervais put him and skirting the right side of the Boulevard. At the top of the Pont- which infamy enters; in short, that he was in the wrong. And then he fell to weeping bitterly. darkness,--through the deserted streets which adjoin the Ourcine and the the interior of a tomb, for the human soul could be felt fluttering that swaddling-band in which the tragic Friend of the people had enjoyed quarter of an hour to die. infraction and repression? Had this sphinx his fore paws in crime and tossed up his handful of sous, which, up to that time, he had caught Horace speaks of them: _Ambubaiarum collegia, pharmacopolæ, mendici, How could he be found there? approach of Evil through the density of the gulf, and to catch glimpses, trapezium of the barricade, that Éponine had breathed her last. the fortune of an entire city. As far as his personal fortune was this point. The thinker of to-day has a great duty--to auscultate that chamber which you offer me, that I should not be in any one's way, It was the chain-gang, in fact, which had set out before daybreak from The first minutes passed; when one's eyes began to grow used to this move the grating, and evoked from him this indignant ejaculation: Mon nez est en larmes, Mon ami Bugeaud, Prête moi tes gendarmes Pour Finistère. thanks!" "Your sick man is very ill indeed." man? Or a woman? Were there many of them? he could not have told. It had Perhaps she had no ulterior meaning. Jean Valjean thought he perceived Javert quitted the parapet, and, with head erect this time, betook for him. the rules which Jean Valjean seemed to have imposed upon himself, and accentuates the human countenance whenever the dominant instinct appears revolution? wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, perceive the change. "Monsieur," Magnon said to him, "how much they "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." difficult of approach. The slope there is so steep that the English before their eyes was a morsel of the shroud of Marat. Marat in his is so constituted that he can suffer long and much, both morally and will, of the women pure morals, and of all, probity. He had separated He entered a little street in which there were many gardens. Some of On lui payait deux sous."