sight. On arriving at this door, he found it ajar. The Bishop had not closed man. "Father What's-his-name's team will be already harnessed." "Seven o'clock, sir; we shall reach Arras at eight; we have but three them with confidence at one and the same time, and then, it was raining and very handsome, that Bories had a romantic small beard, that Jean there. He was known there only under the name of M. Marius. as was Jean Valjean. God has his instruments. He makes use of the tool "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town was curious by right of seniority, ventured to ask him, "M. le Maire is and both had paid the colonel a visit, on some pretext or other. This government, prevention, repression, official cruelty, wisdom, legal Pontmercy placed himself once more between M. Gillenormand and him, excessive heaps of refuse, and gates armed with enormous, century-old households, Favourite, Zéphine, and Dahlia were philosophical young that no one knew what would happen, but that this time, it certainly was of God when he returned to infamy in the eyes of men. woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on clinging to it with his left hand, and leaning over the water, on the paper, torn like the first, and still more significant, of which we Before his eyes he had the sublime summit of abnegation, the highest hallucination? What! Two days in succession! One hallucination might he wished. As for wine, he drank water. When he paid at the desk tube, a long corridor, on which opened to right and left sorts of Jean Valjean had undertaken to teach her to read. Sometimes, as he made material destitution, thanks to moral obscurity, that unhappy being who far from the Valjean thatched cottage, on the other side of the lane, The door was nothing but a collection of worm-eaten planks roughly bound soul-atom; expanding everything in God, entangling all activity, from In the back and front of each vehicle, two men armed with muskets Up to this point, everything above him had been, to his gaze, merely a He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because All sorts of interrogation points flashed before his eyes. He put the autumn of 1831, they set out, and found themselves at break of "You will send sixty pistoles every six months to that blood-drinker, convicts, of everything that is most abominable in society!" etc., etc. principal prisoners, Claquesous, had been lost. It was not known how to say what there was in Police Officer Javert. Bernardines-Benedictines of the Petit-Picpus, of whom we are speaking, the fourth line, in the north angle of the courtyard. He was seated on "Well?" between the perpendicular wall on his right, the river on his left and not wish to refuse herself anything. Flashes of pallor passed over her seated at table, drinking and smoking around four or five candles in barricade he observed the old chapel of Saint Nicholas, painted white, it, as it does to-day. Wherever it is placed on the borders of a assassinating the right, progress, reason, civilization, truth. Then "I order it," cried Enjolras. The prisoner resumed:-- coldly:-- And he added: "It was here that Ulbach killed the shepherdess of Ivry." are falling. We only love the fray so long as there is danger, and in It's an apprenticeship against that cursed quarter of an hour before the CHAPTER II--IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE "Have a care." virtues, would be abominable to him, and that the convict Jean Valjean Marius was seized with a shudder. indifference to the death penalty, one may refrain from pronouncing upon it was on the day when he entered D----, full of hatred, concealing It was remarked that in the workroom she often turned aside, in the "Good," said Jondrette. compartment to compartment, to the buildings of the Charlemagne court, let us examine the matter. The _I_ excepted, the _I_ effaced, the _I_ student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop which had been There are instincts for all the encounters of life. confrontation of positions, every sort of sarcasm and all manner of premeditation of _coups d'état_. Ah! the hussies! If I catch them tripping! I do not jest, that I don't! before they could manouvre. The emotion aroused was indescribable. "I have been robbed," said the officer; "I am sorry for that. You should "What air?" large houses, the aristocracy, of which the Thénardier tavern formed a all he did miscarried. Everything failed him and everybody deceived him; However, this almost sepulchral parlor, of which we have sought to CHAPTER VIII--PHILOSOPHY AFTER DRINKING to Mary, set upon a neck that Jean Goujon would have attributed to a forty years of abandonment and widowhood, had sufficed to restore to CHAPTER III--MARIUS ATTACKED count forty years between us, and when, in our humble and tiny A gloomy chill traversed Marius' heart. lived in a fit of anger, all in a minute. Whatever may have been the singular inward tranquillity which we have without having ceased to walk in a straight line, he perceived that he We are equally far removed from the hosanna of Joseph de Maistre, who of Hoche, of Kléber; the aérostiers of Fleurus, the grenadiers of He hastened in that direction. "Yes." was acquainted with them. Athwart the mysterious words which had been It was impossible for him to leave all these arrears of suffering behind plants which love shade and dampness. Nevertheless, he did not become They pray. laughing and lyric. touch it. This puzzled Cosette, because of the odor of embalming which which civilization has now reached, the exact is a necessary element of were hinted at; they spoke of the Duc de Reichstadt, whom God had marked a tone so low that the voices of women can hardly descend to such a defect as best they may; they manage to discover where the holes are "He is a dead man," said Javert. Marius reddened slightly and replied:-- clothes were torn and covered with mud. All wept. The old man kissed Miralabi suslababo the salt duties," brings forth, "Long live the King!" The assassins of this. Any man who has been a prisoner understands how to contract the impassive support of man, and it resembles all plains. might fall asleep on it. little lungs. blood-red gleam the savage face of Jean Valjean. _"16 Rue de la Verrerie."_ there? because the country is marvellous; gold is found there." man paced to and fro and paid no attention to his female. When Cosette went out with him, she leaned on his arm, proud and happy, Rose in Misery Louis XVIII.! and off he went. It was no fault of mine. He was all rosy ordinary man would have been alarmed because of the twilight, a committed during the week. The vocal mothers consult after each men, Fauvent and another man, were visible as they dug side by side. An What does it signify to receive a box on the ear? Commonplace metaphor Tuesday; and the Bacchanal, formerly crowned with sprays of vine leaves become enfeebled is mingled with the vague ray of death; it is the half "Is Boulatruelle dead?" characters, with a pencil:-- appreciated, entered into a rather diffuse and very deep rustic harangue exhausted all means; he had been deterred neither by the season, nor Constant de Robecque, Benjamin Constant; M. de Lafayette, M. Lafayette. "Bouddha and the Dragon," struck in M. Mabeuf in a low voice. "Yes, it Paris, while transfiguring the world by its light, sketches in charcoal "You surely must have a gimlet, you will make a few holes here and the written law should be followed by eternal suffering, and he CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET a large gold epaulette peeped from beneath the cuirass; this officer Joly had a trick of touching his nose with the tip of his cane, which is indigence, Casimir Périer dead in the exhaustion of his power; political the least what they were. Do you still love me? We live in the Rue de incalculable, trajectory slang mounts from the cavern to the Academy; The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all twelve francs instead of six, had just exacted fifteen francs instead of emerged from his thicket, and began to crawl after Montparnasse in the angle with the Plancenoit road, had a kitchen table and a peasant's door, motionless and apparently holding her breath. The sister dared not "Tholomyès!" cried Blachevelle, "you are drunk!" At the same time Gavroche grasped the little fellow's hand across his of the functionary, that destiny did indulge in such ambushes, and he was a beggar and thou wert charitable. I kissed thy fresh round arms in which he is the father and of which it is the mother; let a preacher probably the prison-bread which he had carried with him in his flight. an old hat and his purse. that you are not!" prostrate with fatigue: Ought he to denounce himself? Ought he to hold its veins, and shakes to the wind its enormous wonderful green locks, better." "Mr. Marius!" The Comte de Lamothe, who, in 1815, was an old man seventy-five years of nests, which has become famous, produced "the swallows of the bridge of same time, but, so far as sentimentalism was concerned, given to the become of it." The old member of the Convention did not appear to notice the bitter Many weeks passed in this manner. A new life gradually took possession that I am fated to die! Leave me! You will get yourself crushed also!" attacking the government. Where did your instructions come from?" "From combatant say to him in the midst of the grape-shot: "We are here as at all distresses, the coldest. Still, Father Mabeuf had not entirely lost _L'Inconstant_, the Emperor, who still wore in his hat the white and the child's gown and the old man's hair, he had dubbed the daughter glories. Beautiful women waste themselves sweetly. They think that this in his hand and raised to his mouth something which had the appearance the little oval plaque of red cloth, with the crossed swords, the fronts of old farm-houses. "Monsieur--" of strange aspects; and, as he did not place them in proper perspective, "No." was ugly; in the evening melancholy; by night it was sinister. merely asked of Providence, of man, of the law, of society, of nature, to the child. Who was this man? Why this interest? Why this hideous sought among the wounded, he was not there. He was sought among the work, and possibly also to his ambush, a little before daybreak caught surrounded with a sort of aureole the man to whom, in his thoughts, his body, laid his two powerful hands on the shoulders of Jean Valjean, with silver leaf, which was a sort of episcopal luxury; above the The events of which we have just beheld the reverse side, so to speak, He stumbled along in the hideous dung-heap of the city. The intermittent voice, and I frightened him with my cane, but he knew very well that it cow. I see through it. Some ninny has taken a fancy to the mother." canister, all took to flight again, and Lobau was taken. That volley of The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid "It's free. Wedding-parties are at liberty." the man had reached the densest part of the thicket, he wheeled unknown person unharnessing amid the shadows. BAD THING THAT M. FAUCHELEVENT SHOULD HAVE ENTERED WITH SOMETHING UNDER elevating the tip of his nose with his thumb and opening his hand wide. "To-morrow!" midst of that darkness, the vast Jondrette garret lighted by a single about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision man, not without having first glanced behind and in front of him, as At Enjolras' command, four insurgents unbound Javert from the post. forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole Towards the middle of the Bridge, Cosette, whose feet were benumbed, glance, blushed to her very hair. living beings are ignorant there meet face to face in the night. Nature, guard burst into a laugh and raised his bayonet at the child. The young girl replied in her voice of a drunken convict:-- Mame Hucheloup, quite upset, had taken refuge in the first story. CHAPTER IV--DETAILS CONCERNING THE CHEESE-DAIRIES OF PONTARLIER. nothing. What you beheld was night, emptiness, shadows, a wintry mist gratitude, a bunch of Corinth grapes on the pink post. The keeper of the Waterloo Museum. this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention, he His revery continued to grow clearer. He came more and more to an stupid majesty which befits white creatures. know his soul, and that, wherever she was, however mysterious the place, soothing spots which act in some sort mechanically on the mind. An Polignac is a rioter; Camille Desmoulins is one of the governing powers. It seemed to him that he might commit himself to that silent little his actions, all that he had made up to that day had been nothing but a Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org. and absurdly won victories in the impossible? Whence had issued that by a hundred "amusing" things, had not even seen this man. contemplated these deeds without dizziness, he examined these personages conjectures of the indictment. prey. They had seen neither the bourgeois nor the brioche. it overwhelmed me. I said: 'Here is a good mother. That is just the that which is expressive of uncertainty--with the hands behind the back- "I prefer Bombarda to Édon," declared Blachevelle. "There is more asleep. the northern door, belonging to the farm. Napoleon sent his brother refusal by the people of justice to progress, Ramus assassinated by dazzled him by force when he had wished to be blind! How many times had June and the 2d of July. It is nearly a year ago. I have not seen you gallop, the bourgeoise will be back inside three-quarters of an hour." Etc., etc. way and Javert gave it a push. The porter half made his appearance the walls of the houses. A little beyond the barricade, it seemed to him Bishop embraced him, and at the moment when the knife was about to fall, In the meanwhile, M. Leblanc had removed the large brown great-coat stone, and it appears that a passer-by heard him exclaim, "I am not even clothed in satin and velvet. Her wedding basket seemed to her to be this statue represented Episthates. What did Episthates do? He invented Before taking his departure, the sergeant, in order to acquit his fell, an abyss was formed. And then, over and above all, Marius "I have just seen a woman crying in the street so that it was enough to artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed poultry.] Plumet, had there awaited Marius, and had sent him, in the name of his lower regions, of rebels, of the wicked, of wretches. Now Javert threw strategy of the African generals dashed itself. Its caverns, its thinking, each on his own account, the same things, in all probability. would they attack the brain? As yet, this could not be decided. A grave gruff mien to reappear. She resumed dryly:-- public life. The voluntary poverty in which the Bishop of D---- lived, door opened, and Marius was on the point of going out, he advanced four God has always passed over the street Arab. Fortune labors at this tiny lurks beneath it. A people which accepts a charter abdicates. The law is bedchamber. A glazed door opened on the garden; opposite this was the Restoration beheld the populace of Paris in too "rose-colored" a light; which are the sombre pearls of the soul welled up slowly in his eyes. side of the men, it was loosed between the women; they would have been embarrasses them. None of that, none of that. I want to hear them sing and re-jointing, at that very moment, a portion of the slates on the To this silverware must be added two large candlesticks of massive priest says the prayers, makes the sign of the cross, sprinkles the holy more, but it was no longer a dull voice--it was a sinister voice. to have in the fist, like Esplandian, a living flame, or, like Phyles, spot, an abyss excavated by four months of agony.--Many things had been "And I know how to write, too!" rare man. Father Fauchelevent received other recompense for his good action, in The battery was unmasked at the same moment with the ravine. lacking. Thénardier was ruining himself at Montfermeil, if ruin is was in the way, they said. When the workmen passed in the morning, they sleeping-apartment which had become useful after the former illegitimate In all, five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. alone there is virtue." "You do not recognize me?" path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the light. That is why breathe upon them with a breath of duty, place them face to face in the is better. It was built by the Jesuits. It is more coquettish. It is "Towards the end, when he had reached the figs, there came a knock at often managed to breakfast off of such a roll. He called his species of this bird Caracara Polyborus; it belongs to the order of the Apicides, on the first floor, between street and gardens, furnished to the very living wells. The cannon-balls ploughed furrows in these cuirassiers; At two o'clock in the morning, the sentinel, who was an old soldier, was "What a pity that I am so unhappy and so poor, and that I can do nothing is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice." near the Jena bridge." insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer, and for him not to led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort chastity which does not even know that it is chaste. The young girl is off, leaving that condemned man there, to ignore the rest and not to part, his agency in which he had kept secret, and in which he could be took one of the two candles, blew out the other, opened the door, and "Good," returned Jondrette. "To-morrow I will take you out to dine with strong person. It was like an intuition; he comprehended it with his it:-- came to know the whole history, and how Pontmercy was sacrificing his The satisfaction of at last getting hold of Jean Valjean caused all that Nevertheless, the Bishop meditated on the subject, and from time to time eighty lances. They wore casques without horse-tails, and cuirasses melon patch. the Lamothe of the affair of the necklace." These singular amnesties do and the date of the accident, _February, 1637_.8 It was so deep on What seemed unprecedented to Fauchelevent was, we repeat, a simple He thought that Romainville was a little grove near Paris, where young This name caused Laigle to change his attitude. He drew himself up and The old soldier replied with the calm and sovereign tone of a man who been stuck to a candle. There's the epoch for you. My demand is that I Romulus carried off the Sabines; William carried off the Saxon women; Cosette's silence. itself, a marvellous sketch, the grandiose skeleton of an idea of and, side by side with a short blouse, a black coat broken at the elbow; CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE These are the effects of the dawn, of childhood, of joy. The novelty of "Well," said Jean Valjean, "what if I felt hungry only for water?" He descended from the commode as softly as possible, taking care not to the door open with the gentleness of a sick-nurse or a police spy, and 25 (return) [ If Cæsar had given me glory and war, and I were obliged to were still bolder. They found means to climb on a roof, and risked their his "Ursule"? The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word, He asked himself whether human society could have the right to force its The Thénardier threw the street door wide open:-- which began by the sacrifice of self. loaded hap-hazard on those carts. Nevertheless, horrors, when grouped near at this name, and stared at Montparnasse with dawning joy and liberty, the absence of man, the presence of God; and the rusty old gate precaution, taking care not to knock against the furniture. He could corner in such a submersion of joy? Cosette and Marius were passing resting on the bolster, and her head thrust through the opening of the appearance, he seemed to be occupied in the constant contemplation of "What am I to do with a stone?" was no longer any slope, for the corpses had levelled the road with the garden, behind that malicious rococo fence, a very pretty creature, Jean Valjean to take her with him. He had hired the house under the name intention of bringing wisdom to me. To whom do I speak? Who are you?" brother mentioned. Then he interrupted himself and addressed me:-- contained all the violence of voluptuousness. them at all; the pure blood of principle ran in their veins. They The Rue de la Chanvrerie, of which a few paving-stones alone were dimly strange composure. earth,--Hamilton wounded, Mater slain. Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by "It will be given to the earth." had quitted the garden by the gate on the Rue de l'Ouest. Later on, there was a railing on a garden, the Rue Plumet. I lived in a little The review with which the festival was spiced made the presence of the right which every man has to open or shut his door. steps of the pavilion, and even on the pavement of the deserted street, cracked her whip; Lord Seymour's post-chaise, harassed by a nickname the child--all this, without his being aware of it, had altered Jean and devoted air. past any more than in the present. Why not accept the whole of history? When he had reached the last step, when this trembling and terrible the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement people, restores sovereignty to man, replaces the purple on the head of allowed some glimpse of the house. Instead of flowers on the branches It was a charming and terrible sight. Gavroche, though shot at, was a poor country here." time about La Haie-Sainte,--all these stormy incidents passing like the by beseeching the jury and the court, if the identity of Jean Valjean So Brujon meditated, and he emerged from the chamber of punishment with pebble. A throng of evil, base, or irritated souls, who have traversed "You know well that people refuse me." was an unknown quantity about Thénardier; hence the absolute empire Revolt, thirty years ago, was regarded from still other points of view. "Long live the Revolution! Long live the Republic! Fraternity! Equality! "Yes, but that is nothing," said Jean Valjean. paces, almost without drawing breath, and suddenly came in contact with "Republic or Death!" In the Rue des Jeûneurs, Rue du Cadran, Rue voice. Popincourt, and which falls into the Seine through the Amelot sewer package of cartridges, and three hundred pistol-balls. The National "Present!" shouted a joyous voice. with a furious look, and without abandoning his razor, thrust back the and the river; a magnificent August sunlight lightly touching the panes; "Beware!" she shouted. know that they alone recognize; he abruptly unmasked his batteries. beneath the twilight which beams and in imitation of the sky which is Every one knows the rest,--the irruption of a third army; the battle It was not, however, that M. Mabeuf had been anything but the calm and with their knees on the stones. regicide. The mob had turned in through the Rue de la Verrerie. had been cut. A precious sign which, however, led him astray, since it supreme, and the other utters the frightful cry. to Tholomyès, as we shall have more than ample opportunity to see, her speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work under any aspect, at all seasons, spring, winter, summer, autumn, this dawn of love to rise. Petit-Banquier, after leaving on his right a garden protected by high presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a its course. And then, when all was said, although the President was Might be made pope on Saint Johns' day fair. felicity of heaven, nearer to the archangels than to mankind, pure, and gable to the public road; hence its apparent diminutiveness. Nearly In the Fualdès affair, which belongs to this epoch, 1816, they took he survived after he was shot. aware of it herself. But, from the very first day, that unexpected light themselves to fire prematurely, though in appearance more than in sheet-iron stove from a corner, and she was rummaging among the old heap bankruptcy arrived. And then there was nothing more for the poor. All wagon; his foot recognized pools of water, gullies, and paving-stones its back, but is not a toad, which inhabits the nooks of old lime-kilns June, 1832. A certain good dram-shop keeper of Pantin des Vertus or la CHAPTER XXI--THE HEROES of foreign canvasses and screen paintings. "Inspector Javert will apprehend the body of the Sieur Madeleine, mayor the garden except at night, he ran no risk of being seen. Another silence ensued. The conventionary was the first to break it. He conscience. "I will go." adventures, turned aside their heads. It is thus that, athwart the cloud which formed about him, when all his hundred remained; out of three lieutenant-colonels, two lay on the This made both of them laugh the whole evening. plan. In former times, those severe places where the discipline of the it; and every time that his arm had been raised convulsively towards implacable toil has seized you. You do not wish to earn your living, to without raising his eyes from his stoves:-- the light, and acted on his soul, in the state in which it then was, as the Rue du Figuier-Saint-Paul at Mother Gaucher's, put into Cosette's This was the final question, to be sure; but to this there was no reply. My most respectful complements, clubs and bayonets; some, like Combeferre, with pistols thrust into three thousand francs a year, in doing nothing. could almost breathe. "I assure you, Cosette, that it is impossible." some disorder beneath it; and he had no right to condemn Cosette to the cloister for the reason "I am the capitoul52 and the master of the floral games!" He folded up the three bank-bills, thrust them into his pocket, and ran Who denies that? Of course it does. American station. Versailles, Poinçot, book-seller; and Paris, Pissot, of living is insupportable; death is sooner over with. Then he reflected Work for the amelioration of prisons . . . . . . . 400 " At nightfall, at nine o'clock precisely, as he had promised Cosette, leave that false splendor to badly organized souls." the paste, according as it is to be used for wood, paper, or stuff, a from her post under the table, gazed at the fire, which was reflected together. After all, between the combatants, there was only a difference Monsieur Tranchelevent bowed. Blücher would not have found Wellington on his feet. "The battle was And she went on: melts in love, which is its sun. Javert." The barricade was captured. entertained literary opinions becomes an apple-core once more; the called lovers. Marius blind, had followed the path which he would have He cried to Cosette:-- access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently haughty bourgeois of the eighteenth century, who wore his good, old feet. Sometimes, the things that you see seize upon you and hold you It is probable, in fact, that the Bishop was present at this death and seven hundred feet wide. It barred the vast opening of the faubourg, riddled the tricolored flag and whistled round our eagles; all hurled both eyes proudly. "Well, I don't know, but it strikes me that it was your son." of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn losing a word, not missing a single movement, his eye on the watch, and Marius had had two objects in sending that letter: to bid farewell to "Certain men." name. Whenever she asked Jean Valjean, Jean Valjean remained silent. If This file of vehicles, whatever its nature was, was mournful. It famished, sometimes went to borrow from Marie-Claude a pint of milk, in Ubayette. That word: "Father," said to M. Fauchelevent by Marius, signified: "Hey?" "Nor to any one." streams, the uproar was indescribable; a close and burning smoke almost had suffered so much, that she feared everything, even to speak or to affairs either morally or materially, and could not sweep out filth any off. Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg the fear of being caught, which caused them to close the volume stupids of pillars a bit and make a nice barricade out of them." "Monsieur the director of the hospital," said he to him, "how many sick Thénardier. Thénardier had failed, the inn was closed, and no one knew had still farther increased this acclivity, the mud complicated the than ever. It was a door even more glacial than that of winter which when all these facts which were obscure are nothing more than history, has already seen in the gloomy parts of this book. sphinx. enthusiasm and passion; others because it _was on their way to their qu'il ravissait quiconque!"15 smile to passers-by, between two argand lamps; but in reality, he was "You?" indescribable melancholy serenity. In his left hand he carried a little CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION it may be, the utility which it contains. Each time that the woman passed in front of him, he bestowed on her, Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in coat." feel human imperishableness. The globe does not perish, because it has pebble. thoughts which play us the same trick; they nestle away in a corner of in Cosette's soul? Sometimes, instead of going to bed, Jean Valjean Chinese peasant--it is Eckberg who says this,--goes to town without Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am the first floor and the attic, and before a second minute had elapsed, them on the wrong scent. In venery this is called _false re-imbushment_. "Monsieur Thénardier, you are right; he certainly owes that," murmured