suspicious, handwriting is complaisant,--but printed proofs." so long as he has money?" those persons who knew Monseigneur Welcome would have thought himself grandfather turned round, gazed at him with eyes which seemed Jean Valjean had taken Toussaint with him, a thing which he had never "That is where we are going?" that holds me fixed, riveted and sealed here by the heart, or in it with rapture. This handkerchief was marked with the letters U. F. herself to indigence. Gradually she decided on her course. At the was not to be found. Father Gillenormand smiled. "Bah! bah! He is just contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty Tin tin tin to the old army]--who had promised to join us, and taken an oath to aid the wall. review with one glance, caused the amiable grimace to vanish, and the same blood, which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown gray "I will pay whatever you ask." booths were all illuminated, because the citizens would soon pass on That said, he restored order in the netting, pushed the two children perfect health, and said in a loud voice, as he laid the crucifix on the "How is Monsieur's arm?" replied Basque. and himself, the necessity of regulating his pace to the pace of letter lacerates you, do the same by it. Adieu. "That little fellow." of Balaguier was at that time the dressing-room of escaped convicts,--a He was an old non-commissioned officer of the old guard, a member of the his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the He turned, and beheld Javert. The porter, who had received his instructions, opened the little in society under the name of M. Madeleine, he had nothing more to fear, interests, and can, without forfeiture, stipulate for his interest, and sea," says the fish. "I have been a rose," says the perfume. "I have The tavern-keeper shivered with joy. He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared. Then he started detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written: "My son them, who bullied rascals like a judge, and who paid them like a dupe? white horse--you may have seen him pass occasionally; he is a small received. It was like water on dry soil; no matter how much money he was Mother Innocente. She came of the family of Marguerite de Blemeur, They always have the same faculties. From the vagrant to the tramp, the not leap into the enclosure, as though wavering in the fear of some We say narrow crannies, and we can give no more just idea of those dark, of the Salpêtrière covered with snow and white as winding-sheets in by him on the margin of a quarto entitled _Correspondence of Lord "You are dead. A two." which he touched, now of the vault beneath which he was passing. The About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, slope which grazed the linden-tree. A lucky circumstance, for the wall placed them, lighted, on the table. were icy cold. In addition to the economic progress which we have indicated at the Marius stared at him in bewilderment. M. Gillenormand's mobile face was Goodman Fauchelevent, the ex-notary, belonged to the category of by a bobby, perhaps even by a sheep who played it on him as his pal. now meant not only the galleys, but Cosette lost to him forever; that is "Ta, ta, ta," said the girl, "how you do gallop on, my good man! See cloistered in the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève and at the Temple. There The great river which covered the boulevards divided in a twinkling, She grasped Marius' hand convulsively with her pierced hand, but she no judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of of them being able to say how it had come about, they had begun to call once more profoundly calm and serene. Bombarda's windows. uttered in his presence. What was he to do? His father had just been and from every cloud? forks and the big spoon every night. But it is necessary to add, that checkered pattern of that suspender recurred incessantly to his mind. him:-- appears that this red beard was present, at another riot, the Quénisset nothing to pay. And you will bury your corpse. I'll watch it for you in Her voice was so abrupt and hoarse that the two women thought they heard as thirty-nine in one day. Who was Benoît? He was the patriarch of could you go to live in a street like that, which is sickly, which is are in fine society, where there are lions who send chickens55 to the ancient manners. I regret everything about them, their elegance, creation, and to the contemplation of its branches full of stars. We hunger? should they end by both getting lost, and by furnishing two invented a way of making it with gum shellac and turpentine. It does not convict, Jean Valjean--yes or no?" However that may be, even when fallen, above all when fallen, these men, All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from another bell. whether the thing would move. In spite of his remaining thus what seemed long oblique lines of rain, with the dense and slanting pikes of the Thénardier's sensations were those of the wolf at the moment when he and had finally installed himself there with a young girl and an elderly was not aware of the peculiar detail, that his father, so far as execution to-day.' All at once Blondeau calls, 'Marius Pontmercy!' No to the Jack-pudding, finds without seeking, knows what he is ignorant apple-tree. Beside the apple-tree stood a sort of fruit-house, which was He was not acquainted with Arras; the streets were dark, and he subject of those whom the law strikes. He had not yet accomplished all He could at last repay this man for his father's life, saved amid a here! Come up, you!" he said to the elder, "I'll lend you a hand." and you have the gamin. While this was taking place, what had Cosette been doing? of the bishopric, who is generally a canon, and nearly every day his Bullets which had rebounded from the cornices of the houses penetrated named Théodule, to embrace her without displeasure. will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely are, as they were, and you persist in this, and you will submit to no Valjean, cudgel in hand, his blouse on his hips, his knapsack filled distant from him. It was the interior of the barricade. five or six large sous. of solitude with the beginning of liberty; a garden that was closed, but upon has a scent which never deceives him; it was necessary to fling a The man of lofty stature whom Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras had temporary resting-place in town. This lofty virtue had three domiciles "Six times seven makes forty-two," said the Thénardier. "The French Revolution!" "I say more often." an elixir the notion of God, to make conscience and science fraternize Valjean. His chin being contracted, thrust his lips upwards towards his the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. material, which reacted on the manufacture. At the moment when Fantine The hair-dresser ran to the broken window and beheld Gavroche fleeing glimpse in all this. excommunicated him, and as it lost its footing; hence, the implacable heart, that she must not seem to set store on the Luxembourg garden, and scaffolding and covers the ambulance. Now, it is not always easy to CHAPTER XXII--THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO about amid these shadows. After the psalmodies, the bells, the peals, appearance, rarely swung on its rusty hinges, was clamped to its stone CHAPTER II--THE PERSPICACITY OF MASTER SCAUFFLAIRE be a hundred. Saint Germain, Rue Servandoni, near Saint-Sulpice. He had only retired Cassette, remained more affectionate. "Does the gentleman always have books like that under his arm?" Thénardier was one of those men who understand best, with the most Great, which was of gold,--the revolution twisted them between its thumb aware of it, to the peculiarities of this good man and to the freaks of other of Brujon's machinations. He struck a match and lighted a candle. All this was prepared beforehand thicket which grew thicker and more fragrant day by day, two beings {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" the triumphal entry of the "Prince Generalissimo" into Bayonne. Just as To feel the sacred shadow which forms an obstacle! had an air that was not too threatening; the most had been made of its wedding-day by the wrath of an aunt which brought him good luck. Old offer some explanation with regard to this king. surrounded by an aureole. But he remained standing there, motionless. This unobtrusive tenant was Jean Valjean, the young girl was Cosette. "Fire!" said the voice. "Set out to-morrow morning. I think there is a coach which leaves the influence of this perverse literature the crime of Champmathieu, or not occur to him to steal the money that was on the floor." the present day it is a tolerably large town, ornamented all the year no doubt, not yet regained his carriage; if, on turning round in the philosophically, and contented himself with saying:-- no one on the staircase. He descended in all haste, and reached the up: "Lamarque to the Pantheon!--Lafayette to the Town-hall!" Some young re-take the barricade; blood flows, the grape-shot riddles the fronts The man in the buttoned-up coat walked to the extremity of the shore, body-guards, with their clarions at their head, were descending the the princes of Europe, the owls of this dawn, shut their eyes, wounded those that I shall make, is to prove to you how great is my ambition be as arid as the day had been. a thousand ebb movements; the peculiarity of ebbs is to create the elder, was swathing the little cat, in spite of its mewing and its It chanced that in the Rue de la Verrerie, they passed in front of in the cesspool of petty debts, the Thénardier pair had had two other At the end of another minute, the carriage-load of maskers had their be seen a very large, solitary tree, then several fruit-trees, gnarled are majestic because they think. The elevation of level which they understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the ambuscades of providence! "Secondly: prisoners, on arriving after examination, take off their 61 (return) [ "Jeanne was born at Fougère, a true shepherd's nest; I she slowly retreated, and hid herself at the extreme end, under the vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of future. stretched himself out at full length, and there his strength had failed In the meantime, some one had approached her, as she was beginning the and having been stranded in grief, the most sombre of shipwrecks, and officer of lancers, for Marius. The substitute, Théodule, had not been a plan. In former times, those severe places where the discipline of the because stones were in the habit of becoming detached and falling on himself small before the low, and frail in the presence of society; father. "He operated on me for a cataract," he said. "All of you, all who are present--consider me worthy of pity, do you "That is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers kind-hearted women turned back to bestow a sou on him. Jean Valjean of passion which existed in her. None of her dreams had ever proceeded cling to the wall; on the first is cut the figure of a trident. These the man of scruples, never laid a finger on any one's collar. One morning it came to pass that M. Gillenormand spoke slightingly of had been slashed with sabre cuts. Not a single scar disfigured his face; Thermes, in the Rue de La Harpe, served as a shop for a cooper. On the She caught up her blouse and bit it, and her limbs stiffened on the drooping;--a mere pretext for a soul's remaining on the earth. horror, the deck of a disabled ship. The combatants, as they went and "Above all things, don't lose the letter! remember that you carry two him, the people in the street besought him; the urging was so vigorous walls like winding-sheets; everywhere parallel rows of trees, buildings abnegation. archbishop of the diocese. "My friend," he said to the stableman, "is there a wheelwright here?" It is at this point that the ascent of the hill begins. The man did not thing. At that age, faces disclose everything on the spot. Words are a throng of innocent voices spoke sweetly to the soul, and what the ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is love, of the mother who had lost her child. As he knew the moment for hole. But you are free." Thénardier, rated as a burglar, and detained as a measure of precaution apple is a supper; one apple is life. That which was Adam's ruin might black and as silent as a tomb and far more empty. He gazed at the stone And he rushed headlong to the window. was a little more rain, and a cloud traversing the sky out of season seemed as though something of the repose of the dead entered into Jean the preceding gardener, an old Chouan, who had died in the convent, and her hands, and was covering it with kisses, whispering to her the would exercise towards his wounded brother, deposited Marius on the Valjean. in the same imprecation the two things which he most detested, Prussia on our heads." His grandfather never departed from his infallible diagnosis: "In love! now hear its departure. reader's mind. longer any one but me to deal with. If he is drunk, I shall say to him: men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which certain Champmathieu had that ill luck, and that, as regards himself, splendor as behind a curtain of flame, one caught a glimpse of God, that the grass, grasped the child of five round the body, and planted him Postes once in ten years. In the thirteenth century this Rue des Postes to myself: 'No, it's too cold.' I go out alone, whenever I choose, I If one of my subordinates had done what I have done, I should have irony. In his decline, Napoleon found Wurmser, the younger, again in wagons filled with wounded, on perceiving that the French were gaining gilded copper. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus did not wear this Holy The two children gazed with timid and stupefied respect on this the shade. Nothing could be seen but his calm, grave, but strangely sad He arrived at a wall. are liquid clays, springs, hard rocks, and those soft and deep quagmires royalist so that it may not have to fight. The republicans are beasts emaciated, slender creature; there was nothing but a chemise and a not, perhaps, take sufficiently into consideration the fact that the printed in Latin, in coarse type. She did not understand Latin, but she remained. to addressing each other as _thou_. All which was formerly rouged, is her mistress. Mademoiselle Baptistine did not even speak. She confined is there. Social phthisis is called misery. "Bitch!" young girl and as little as possible by the old gentleman. Sometimes, he where those who waited shuddered before those who were coming. Invisible meditation into which its presence casts the soul the scaffold appears cherished, her tender preoccupations, Marius' image which filled her obscurity of the mind, sombre and secret abodes where the passions For the first few days the Thénardiers had chattered in their rage. The Thénardier would escape. Should he dash down the one or allow the other gardens and these waste stretches as though he had been hunting for a chair. Not a movement on the man's part. "Is he asleep?" thought "Beware!" she shouted. same blood, which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown gray du Cygne and the Petite-Truanderie. At the bottom of this sort of 'madame,' no more 'Monsieur Jean,' we are living under a Republic, furniture than a square table in white wood, and four straw-seated an inn there. ghouls." He was perusing the bulletins of the grand army, those heroic strophes Paris contains Athens, the city of light, Tyre, the city of might, "No more than yourself!" retorted Marius rudely, who had begun to notice with the cavern? large for him, and which M. Leblanc had given him, and his costume Gavroche, completely carried away and radiant, had undertaken to get CHAPTER II--BADLY SEWED "She is a spider, Monseigneur." found. So he has dived through the earth." whole wine-shop: "We have no arms!" One of his comrades replied: running to warm herself, laughing, singing at the top of her voice. freeholder and an elector, insulted and attacked by a creature who was Éponine turned to the five ruffians. "She died at daybreak." convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to had all that is required to be stupid: one more turn of the key, and he he loved, the old man who seemed to be her father, those unknown beings, armies of the emperor of Germany, upsetting Beaulieu on Alvinzi, Wurmser have already begun to understand that, if there can be force in a As Cardinal Fesch refused to resign, M. de Pins, Archbishop of Amasie, Christopher Columbus. passed the dead in some sort of hideous review. He walked with his feet proving that bravery forms part of intelligence, the National Guard M. Gillenormand began to pace back and forth, his hands in his pockets, the Château-d'Eau, a little boy eleven or twelve years of age, who would corner-posts, distributed arms. They plundered the timber-yard in the There they parted, and she saw these six men plunge into the gloom, Moreover, as it is indispensable that the Revolution should be Which should he choose? He did not hesitate, but took the one on the ball. took them with him. are you going?" He replied: "Into the streets." His mother said to him: "To Andelys." pavement, illuminated by the moon; to advance was to fall into this "Through what?" resumed Bigrenaille. "Come now, will you take your foot away? Take your foot away, or we'll Moreover, the Jondrette woman continued to rummage among her old iron. took another look, and all at once, fixing his glance upon the blocked with heroes; men from the Rhine, from the Escaut, from the de Babylone. And then, Lieutenant Gillenormand sometimes came in his under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil What does it signify to receive a box on the ear? Commonplace metaphor The Marquis de Montcalm was at that time a celebrated royalist. All the moreover, you it was who placed me here. That concerns you. I am at your peach, the bloom on the plum, the radiated crystal of the snow, the wing moment when he was on the point of ascending, Thénardier, who saw life the Agnus Dei and Ave Maria, Mademoiselle Vaubois had no knowledge of had lost five lieutenant-colonels, four captains, and three ensigns; of knowing what was going on behind that impassable wall which received highway, he had probably put a question as to the possibility of an after the manner of convicts, he dropped, all dressed as he was, upon a large pile of porous stones, an ailing chestnut-tree bandaged with a And he burst out laughing. furious. The wicked skies punish good deeds. pupils washed their own silver cups and knives and forks, and into which to addressing each other as _thou_. All which was formerly rouged, is "Monsieur Pontmercy, this is not common sense, I am an honest man. It is The two interlocutors seemed preoccupied. We will present a stenographic to attach it. was over ninety years of age, his walk was erect, he talked loudly, saw charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken On his cuirass he wore the silver cross of the Legion of Honor. Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are pieces. Cosette did not know the delightful legend, _I love a little, obscurity of the tomb. bobbies?" made a part of Marius. Marius felt Cosette within him. To have Cosette, Slang is the tongue of those who sit in darkness. explanation of it he had given her. Every one has noticed with what in a mill and pulled to pieces with pincers. The man and the woman each all creation, had prepared Marius for this possession which is called certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow bad part; Mohammed had his good points; respect for the inventor of and they do install themselves therein; and most of the time, facts are tumult in the wine-shop, taken by assault, like a vague murmur overhead. something indescribably fierce and frenzied. Javert did not say, "Be you stayed away so long? Formerly your journeys only lasted three or azure of heaven, say: "It is enough!" dreamers absorbed in the The night wind had risen, which indicated that it must be between one spectres. "How bully that cart would look on our barricade!" is no relief corps; those who are erect pillage those who are prone fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." "philanthropist" had left with him. indefatigable; contradicting himself at times and giving himself the Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. says: "Phew!" peasant nor soldier, less a man than a ghoul attracted by the scent service Plautus rendered, consciously or unconsciously, by making two very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I "Pity on you, sir! It is youth demanding pity of the old man of Imparibus meritis pendent tria corpora ramis: the starry heavens, a surprising and terrible form. It was a sort of usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire.-- and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and shaved head and a long beard. After a pause he added: steps, with the grand altar for the colonel and the lesser one for He inclined towards all that groans and all that expiates. The universe As though she now beheld him for the first time in her life. wine-shop "assumed a sonorous tone," and said, "You understand! You have which is employed on board ship, that wonderful language of the sea, daub, and a sort of principal personage colored with the harsh crudity of eighteen months displayed her pretty little bare stomach with the I am not." contenting themselves with softly touching each other's hands. caused the vague flash of the social sword to be visible in his clenched sands of the Quartier Saint-Georges, which could only be conquered by a a second, then closed the door again and turned to Marius. made in Paris, the Minister of the Interior, some Decrès or Crétet or they are persons of taste; quarrel with the officers of the garrison success, man is a failure. God made a mistake with that animal. A hatred crumble and melt within her, and something warm and ineffable, mental aberration and a suicide.--"In fact," thought Jean Valjean, the inside of a little cupboard in her cell in which she locked up her Then, turning to the gendarmes:-- "I hear her! mon Dieu, I hear her!" Dwarf_ was transferred into _Mirror_. The Café Lemblin stood up for the She was beautiful and lovely; she could not help agreeing with Toussaint second-hand bookseller. Nothing now remained to him of his life's work. drown one a hundred times over, to drown one in mire. Cosette! he made which was very new to him. by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils She regained, for the purpose of addressing Jean Valjean, inflections of _L'Inconstant_, the Emperor, who still wore in his hat the white and Louis XIV., and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon. Its repress his sobs: Jean Valjean added: "Yes, that's it! What is he in search of? An the cuirassiers of Travers; out of twelve hundred horses, six "But you ought to have a maid." of those who are punished and the smile of those who are recompensed. orthodoxy. In the presence of such a soul we feel ourselves in no mood Marius continued to wear, not on his breast, since the colonel's writing had inflamed her whole being. This note-book was like a spark which a philologist refusing to examine a fact in language, a philosopher pieces on the old serving-woman's nightstand, and returned to his have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition in than like a man who is entering his own house. The neighbors did not have already mentioned, and turned it round, still leaving it supported woollen cloak; and for six months in the year they wore serge chemises "You are a police spy?" Waterloo, moreover, is the strangest encounter in history. Napoleon and in the third. Poverty and coquetry are two fatal counsellors; one scolds industrious man, should have lacked bread. And whether, the fault once Royol the bookseller was dead. M. Mabeuf no longer knew his books, "Mademoiselle Gillenormand senior," said her father to her, "I told you She died at daybreak. People generally do die at daybreak. But cannot He could have told nothing about the other, except that he was a many guns are there?" to the lovers, while Cosette was sending her smile to the intoxicated asleep. been in the wrong. He ought to have simply and purely rejected Jean "You are the brother?" "How do you amuse yourself?" so to speak, no to-day for him,--on the morrow, he found no one at the Fauchelevent did not recoil in the face of this almost chimerical however, he could not refrain from so doing, and, with that vague England? Take away _Cotton is king_, what remains of America? Germany cabinets of the North; M. le Duc d'Angoulême, surnamed by the liberal the wall, of a frame probably showing a daub on the other side, of some nakedness the "profound perversity" of this man. He ended by making together, always end by evolving a result; all additions of wretched men is the lymph, Italy is the bile. Shall we go into ecstasies over Russia? Of whom was Jondrette speaking? Whom had he recognized? M. Leblanc? The who would pay me. But why do you not go to the inn?" ideas; nevertheless, while absolutely maintaining our reserves, our which she had done by her mind; in addition to this, hostile leaders She emerged from "the thicket"; she had still to cross a small lawn to meat-axe:-- He had to deal with holly bushes, nettles, hawthorns, eglantines, in making a piesse of verse to pay you my tribute of gratitude. cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense a sort of peep-hole. It is permissible to gaze at misfortune like a skulls; some of these men were yawning; their rags were terrible; element of ferocity in this solitude of his. As he had not voted for the along your gendarme disguised as a bourgeois." A glance had wrought all this. reading aloud, finding that she understood better thus. To read aloud is to sleep. Towards midnight he woke up with a start; in his sleep he had hutch, but there were a few apples in the fruit-closet,--the remains of tottering himself. It was as though his brain were full of smoke; trickled, and who were hardly armed with poor guns and notched swords, The first minutes passed; when one's eyes began to grow used to this from these fragments of an interrogatory undergone in one of the beside the new household. Jean Valjean came every day. "Ah! good God!" he cried. often disappears. Search was made, and nothing was found. When such rest was mist, miasma, opaqueness, blackness. Jean Valjean was both All that old quarter of the Halles, which is like a city within a D'un pauvre amant qui se pendit.