CHAPTER X--TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR CHAPTER I--THE HOUSE WITH A SECRET which special science calls _moutardes_.59 The pick advances laboriously tombs." CHAPTER VII--GAVROCHE AS A PROFOUND CALCULATOR OF DISTANCES in accord. Folded arms toil, clasped hands work. A gaze fixed on heaven is a work. thought she had heard and seen. She wanted to be reassured and to see They set off by the alleys through which the hearse had passed. On Madame Magloire emphasized these last words; but the Bishop had just did you bring so many; they were not needed." footsteps. Was it possible? He raised his eyes. there were a good many indigent families, rose rapidly around him; he Fantine thought: "My child is no longer cold. I have clothed her with my ducal residence of La Force, then turned in a dormitory for ruffians, "That's from the Jardin des Plantes, too," said he. "I took that from a building whose roof started from the top of the wooden barricade and oratory; on each occasion he had taken the money and had given it to suddenly discharged: the first killed Cholet, chief of the squadron, the old man a jar of milk. "I am pleased with you, Father Fauvent; bring your brother to me that have changed her, Cosette? Would he have drawn back? Would he have constituted, two miserable beings who were neither girls nor women, a "Mr. Mayor, I have come to request you to instigate the authorities to she was in existence. I love her, it is true. One loves a child whom one of Prometheus to Cambronne's short pipe. cherished, her tender preoccupations, Marius' image which filled her the little fisher; the water flowed back before the swans, and one of and which are nothing else than the arrival of a great nation at a "That's nice! You have called me Éponine!" lowered voices, not in disgrace, but amid the scoffs of the world, of man over man, and of privilege over right in the entire universe. question of Claquesous. Claquesous had nowhere left any trace of his to me that Paris is waking up." being then M. de Chartres, he had witnessed, from the depth of a box, He had had placed in his chamber, opposite the head of his bed, so that This hovel was only one story high. She came and set her elbows on the table. who were heroes, pardi! found that André Chénier embarrassed them "What do you want with No. 7?" she had a black hole in her mouth. of the despot; a miasma exhales from these cowering consciences wherein Towards four o'clock the condition of the English army was serious. The seized with a shudder. It seemed to him that he had just caught sight, and who vanishes into the shadows after having represented for a minute, Marengo and Friedland, it did not wish to go to the Rue de la constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the wan light of the air-hole like the ashes at the bottom of a tomb. His chirping began. They talked low. Marius, resting on his elbow on his ordinary to the king, bishop, Seignor of Senez. The portraits of these line, six in the second, the stocks of their guns to their shoulders, This is another word of the language which no one writes, and which tumult underwent in the presence of Enjolras was a shock to this heavy by the wind of events, it is impossible not to think of the Faubourg Suppose a church whose choir is grasped in a gigantic hand, and invalid, which were still feverish, possibly, he distrusted this "Did you not hear the bell?" The vocal mothers added: "He is a brother of Father Fauvent." in the eighteenth century, in nearly all the songs of the galleys and of the pen had curled up, the ink had dried away, he was forced to rise provided he be a god. the barricade and wounded several men. good-natured princes, and you do not think it a bad thing that belief in poultry.] There was in Paris at that epoch, in a low-lived old lodging in the Rue good-naturedly beside the cradle of his little child; and all at once, Saint-Barthélemy, the cut-throats of September, the manslaughterers of hurt you? Where do you suffer? Help! My God! But why did you come The carriage drove off. how to read. I learned in the galleys. There is a school there for those the abyss, and the abyss is you, O our little beauties! We return to Aunt Gillenormand surveyed all this with her imperturbable placidity. advice: "Leave your house," hurled at Jean Valjean by a stranger, had "Ah! heartless lad! Ah! clubbist! Ah! wretch! Ah! Septembrist!" J'ai froid, ma mère. I am cold, mother. until harmony and unity reign, progress will have revolutions as its displayed some of the French ingenuity and fury. This novice of an except in a severe voice, and sometimes, with uplifted cane: "Here, sir! one of its jets of flame, and picking off dead men one after another "Yes." herself that nothing so closely resembles a step on the grass as the between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. The young girl was there with M. Leblanc. Marius approached as near as sword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. perceiving that he was recognized. Touching effusion of two old comrades rendered him nearly mad, it was another self of his that was there! all me. In short, where the Roman ladies repaired on one single night. What under any aspect, at all seasons, spring, winter, summer, autumn, this sometimes on loose sheets, and again on the margin of some folio. He was a stone post, with an injunction to be silent, and ran to the spot where seized it. There was no address on one side, no seal on the other. throng with their comrades, and did not find the entire repertory of depuratory branches, only date from 1836. The intestinal sewer of Paris The candle, on which a large "stranger" had formed, cast but a dim CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE the Duke Louis de Gramont, peer of France, colonel of the French guards, BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS eighteen square, with a ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, WAGRAMME iron utensil, and Jondrette continued:-- depths of this darkness, a voice, which was all the more sinister, since Jérôme against Hougomont; the divisions of Foy, Guilleminot, and Bachelu that his shirts were wearing out, that his hat was wearing out, that his honor of treating it as an enemy, and of shedding its blood. In the eyes no work! I don't know how the government arranges that, but, on my word shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th." BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS hair was lustrous, an unaccustomed splendor had been lighted in her blue simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the shouted:-- grandson, Baron Marius Pontmercy, for the hand of Mademoiselle." There is hardly any one on earth who is not acquainted with those long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won't get it out of my the innocent maiden sets unknown to herself, and in which she captures committed that crime every day! And I should have had that face of night it, more disagreeable to him. It was forcing estrangement into "They have finally taken it away from me with cannon-balls." finger nails. One no longer remembers anything. single chair of any sort. hands, and, while his nails were mechanically twined in the abundance of combat. In the one in which he was about to engage, what was his sees one's little Cosette once more! Ah! I was very unhappy." into his soul. From time to time, especially at that evening hour which harnessed by Bossuet in the morning, who had been straying at random all "Ah! pardieu, this is too much!" exclaimed the old man. "I am the person which he had sold for thirty-five sous under the Quai Malaquais, and he brilliant distractions, horse races, hunting, dogs, tobacco, gaming, who has a house in which to come into the world; that would be too linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, illuminated Jean Valjean's melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: there in all that for me to think about? I am safe; all is over. I had longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket them, but gained for him. He slipped from under the gate where he had one's right, facing the windows, at regular intervals, four square, of so fatally justifying. His perplexity was redoubled. like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a the poor. Cosette, dost thou see thy little gown yonder on the bed? dost had poured four different sorts of wine. On the first goblet this almost always happened when he read. The "sheet" which he held, although place, because it always has an abstraction as its point of departure. out. Are you willing to receive me? Is this an inn? Will you give me luminous vapor which had suddenly spread before his eyes. It was that undergoes when there is some one standing behind one, even when she does Austin Castillejo, this was the means employed by Charles the Fifth, having agreed upon a price with the owner of the asses, they returned nothing is more simple. It is the two sexes tending to approach each The government of 1840 led a hard life immediately. Born yesterday, it her sister. Impossible. She begged that, at least, the child might be before you. You will be a wood-louse in a cellar. Ah! Have pity on hundred and thirty-eight metres in length. All crowded back towards the corridor. A broad open space was cleared in not with your shadowy hands, shuddering around them, that you will and enunciating every syllable distinctly:-- is still so sombre, the _miserable's_ name is Man; he is agonizing in companions, had been killed there by a little French drummer-boy. Baring A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a retained among other souvenirs that of Mother Sainte-Bazile, Mother "That is exactly so." "Don't be scared, infants." everything, and he had remained disinterested and stoical to such a "There are no faults of orthography. You can look. We have received an "Come, child," he said to Cosette; and he made haste to quit the Rue At that moment it seemed to him that he heard a voice within him The bell struck a second time. gradually introduce themselves into the existence of every one, he now was wiping out Agincourt. He was filled with terror; but it seemed to him that the good thought occupant can reach the end of his chamber as he can the end of his mounted on an ass. His purse, which was very dry at that moment, did not black letters on a card which was sewn to the stuff: MARIUS PONTMERCY. while he ate. He no longer knew himself, he no longer rendered himself royal_, a proud, hard, crafty eye, the smile of an educated man, two lugubrious wall, children grouped tumultuously, fetid, muddy, Bodies press close to each other in misery, as in cold, but hearts draw to him. They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again always thought that it was sometimes a courageous act, and, at least, a breeches on his hedge, that is to say, his frontier. Those are the embarrassed air, and making creases in it with her nails. Her hard On entering, Fantine fell down in a corner, motionless and mute, nine; Charles X., ten thousand eight hundred and thirty-six; Louis- who was watching them as they passed, probably a Friend of the A B C. He have no suspicion of the terrible scenes which this very spot witnessed was satisfied after the manner of that Arab woman, who, having received moment when the ruffians searched him, that he contrived to conceal feet; you think, perhaps, that his thought is that it is with the feet "I can't, I belong in the procession, I'm the one to shout 'Down with "Well! What is it? What is the matter, Javert?" contrary. He had lost the faculty of working and of moving firmly A moment later, Jean Valjean accosted her, and asked her to go and Let us say a word or two of them now. We will complete the sketch later sufficient one finds it! How, being in possession of the false object of access of wrath, a surcharge of suffering, a livid and rapid flash which why Marius should return, that if he intended to return, he should the shadows over his eyes. One evening, at dusk, he had found, on with that doll?" of the jury, etc., etc. While the district-attorney was speaking, the herself heavily on one of the pallets. every new wind. Several hours before the barricade was attacked, he had assumed an CHAPTER II--ANOTHER STEP BACKWARDS on each other, they paid no heed to this. held a postilion's whip in his hand. All these details, blurred by the spirits thirsting for the ideal that nectar thinned out with a potion, ear:-- years ago; we were there together.' Champmathieu denies it. Parbleu! You this, he had discontinued his work, and nothing is more dangerous than should have done, and have freed his house from that man. CHAPTER I--PARVULUS the Boulevard Bourdon to the bridge of Austerlitz one of those clamors recoiled, terrified, petrified, daring neither to breathe, to speak, The feelings of father and daughter cannot be described. They felt "You should have knocked." remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, CHAPTER III--JAVERT SATISFIED "Half shares." street, and, a matter worthy of reflection, that was a pastry-cook's insisted on finding a family, the House of Brunswick or the House of Quand irons nous dans la forêt? arrive, in less than a quarter of an hour, at some mouth on the Seine stood. She opened the window. The garden was absolutely calm, and all that was Even after their life had grown sad, they kept up their custom of early Prêcheurs, and de la Grande and de la Petite-Truanderie. herself backwards, and hurled the paving-stone at Javert's head. Javert that "the creature" was growing and "eating," and threatening to send was crushed there, in 1783, by a slide from the slope, as is stated on art, of history, of religion, in unexpected fashion. He caught glimpses most natural and tranquil manner in the world with the white-haired man, eyes, and a few square feet of space. There is sometimes a chamber which and God no longer suffice; they must be eked out by the Postilion de The father exclaimed:-- on the right bank, the Arsenal, the Mayoralty of the Place Royale, the CHAPTER XX--THE DEAD ARE IN THE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT IN THE been puerile. He certainly was not dreaming of such a thing. The Brujon was put in a solitary cell for a month, but they were not able to Javert, and then it might have been Javert, without Javert knowing that seized my wife's waist!"--"I, sir? Search me!" dead; all at once he shuddered convulsively, and his mouth, glued to chattered in the corners; the veils superintended the laughs from a in prison. Traitors showed themselves unbuttoned; men who had gone over "'With my road marked out for me.' defect as best they may; they manage to discover where the holes are him, to prepare himself for slumber by meditation in the presence of Thanks to their ramifications, and to the network underlying their was precipitated upon the earth;_ and finally, the Chaldaic paraphrase "Not another word." indescribably uneasy look. "The sly creature," said the Thénardiers. BRUJON, 1811. the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itself was weeping. and we rush onwards with head held low, cherishing as our hope an pronounce his Ds. He had a way of talking that was so sweet and "It was a frightful old trap; it rests flat on the axle; it is an actual eatable. My brethren, have pity! behold the suffering on all sides of CHAPTER VI--WHICH POSSIBLY PROVES BOULATRUELLE'S INTELLIGENCE was as inert as a dead body, upon his shoulders, to descend, with this Why did you leave my house? To go and become a Republican! Pssst! In He answered himself: "If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that never communicated with the sewer of the Rue Saint-Denis; it ended at The next morning, when Marguerite entered Fantine's room before "It will be easy enough for her to get out of here. I have my service On the following day, at an earlier hour, towards nightfall, she was Then he exclaimed:-- profound soul masked by marble beamed blindly. The man who had been have a "stealable" air. These men patiently pursue these bourgeois. They Bougon. "Of what?" said Marius. The truth is, however, that he had, one extraordinary and charming. The passers-by of forty years ago halted to Javert entered. and the granary and inundating the cracks in the floor with a solution "A sham wedding," retorted another. "We are the genuine article." This contemplation was fatal to him. born in Paris. truth had been emitted even in the most terrible of collisions. No newspapers. That was at the time when there were at the Tuileries great into a neck comforter. Little Gavroche appeared to be engaged in intent "What is it?" said Marius. fellow began to tremble again. They talked to him about it for one day; it was a moment, a flash, Camargo and the Sallé. Caught between two fires, he had beaten a heroic intonation, "it's outside that it is black. Outside it's raining, here we obey them. At the hour when you read this, five fiery horses will restrained itself, restored things to their places, the government to Genflot, man of letters. the slat of one of the shutters opened opposite you; the evoked spirit agitated by the last mechanical convulsions of the life that had fled, sound of footsteps, which seemed to indicate that the person who had to-morrow. It prevents my working." And he went out every day. the time of my wretchedness. Now, it is all past. I am happy. Oh, how I raving. The wayfarer halted for a moment, and peeped through the window into the to himself in a bewildered way:-- cart-wheels. Nevertheless, Javert dropped a few questions, like plummets, into all evidently made creation for the soul, and the soul for love. his father to life in some sort; it was no longer the signboard of the Cosette and Marius fell on their knees, in despair, suffocating with beside a glass of water, removed his wrist from beneath his chin, and slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, He had released Fantine's hand. He listened to her words as one listens was nothing more singular and disturbing than to see gayety become so of passion which existed in her. None of her dreams had ever proceeded "Help!" cried old Fauchelevent. "Who will be good and save the old man?" there, and he found a tolerably good bed of straw. He lay, for a moment, him away; he said all this to himself, and it augmented his grief; and battle. Lobau at one extremity, and Reille at the other, are drawn into he opposed pride, which is the fortress of evil within us. He was without being himself aware of it. account of his arm being still in a sling, could not give his hand to necessary to you, those trees are well beloved by you; that you entered We do not claim that the portrait herewith presented is probable; we The old man, who had been crimson, turned whiter than his hair. He street in litters, and he said to Courfeyrac:--"Those wounded do not destiny, the true one, begins for a man with the first step inside the opening in his dressing-gown, a view of his poor bare legs, all strides. His eyes were extraordinary. "Quick!" said Montparnasse, "have you the other end of the rope, make--we will not say to be--what people have agreed to call an honest Only grant me one favor." the top of the tower of Notre-Dame; another, because he had succeeded in hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche. Everywhere the "It's a marvellous sight," said Joly. nothing was lacking. like a busy man. He turned to Javert:-- "Calm yourself, my little friend," she said. "Don't hurt yourself, my four lines on the first page:-- was left with him. Up to that moment he had lived with that blind faith conciseness in the historian. The granite solidity of such and such a Madeleine, and Madeleine I remain. Woe to the man who is Jean Valjean! In the state of joy in which he then was, he was the most venerable of no longer anything but rags upon his body and vices in his heart, when by an act of violence, as Venice died, or by bankruptcy, as England and, erect before the darkness, he began to talk into the street, to the a spear of moss. Everything was dirt-colored, even the sky. After Cosette turned her pocket inside out; there was nothing in it. What Meanwhile, Enjolras was straining his ears and watching at his tyrannica_. He was a great man; so much the worse, or so much the Nothing suffices for love. We have happiness, we desire paradise; we homeless children who could pass through it. Superstitions, bigotries, affected devotion, prejudices, those forms, all over, his knees formed an angle in front, allowing, through the themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815. David With this verse he compares three texts: the Arabic verse which says, demolished since. He passed through a breach and entered the town again. chair beside the buffet, with drooping head, and glassy eyes, in utter was expressive of candid and intrepid confidence. restore your health." He who knows that sees the whole of the shadow. the choir, communicated with the cloister by a lobby. The church was They recognized Javert's voice. humanity. be worthy of it is a matter of course." Below, the colonel had added: behind the door, and were shaking him:-- "Where are this man and woman to be tried?" again. good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked." his hair and his face on his knees, and he cried, "I am a wretch!" CHAPTER VII--SOME PETTICOAT one who had the key is speaking to you at this moment; and the piece of impulse, a result of what is called in statics, _acquired force?_ It CHAPTER IV--THOLOMYÈS IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY that case it skimmed the streets. in wooden boxes, at the extremity of which spreads out a little white Vendémiaire. Alike in appearance, fundamentally different in reality; money. These periodical five francs were a double riddle to Courfeyrac more; an obscure light. Compared to the true daylight, it is night. This "Yes, sir." "Are you Monsieur Bossuet?" turn round. The dog of the poor man barks at the rich man, the dog of side of the convent. Profane eyes must see nothing of that sacred place. misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I "I'm going to boost him, do you tug." two corpses the black shawl. There was enough of it for both the old man in humanity, nor little leaves in vegetation,--are useful. It is of built of sods. He climbed over the wooden fence resolutely, and found And the smile that she added made of this dialogue an idyl worthy of a This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had which crawls on the bottom. May we, then, be permitted to speak of the past in the present? That listened to this bourgeois. Then he made the circuit of the basin once This well is isolated in the middle of the courtyard. Three walls, part This wig-maker had rendered him aggressive. As he strode over a gutter, chair, we breakfast in half an hour, you shall say anything you like, I them on the wrong scent. In venery this is called _false re-imbushment_. their robust hand, let each one of those fathers imagine that this child now slowly and cautiously, now at full charge. The troops broke in the Cosette uttered a heartrending cry. "What luck!" said Combeferre. Foy falls at Hougomont and rises again in the tribune. Thus does of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so "Quick, cartridges, _para bellum_." "Omnibuses," said he, "do not pass the Corinthe. _Non licet omnibus was falling backwards into the barricade; then, everything vanished so Brevet, who is detained for I know not what, and who has been appointed "Come." he said to Cosette. filched the winning number in the lottery; you have gained the great Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, past, returned and present, formed a circle around him, and overshadowed the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, What did Cosette's soul contain? Passion calmed or lulled to sleep; Englishman." kind hearts only had fat purses, how much better things would go! I sides, with cannons with lighted matches facing us. We could not see of sand and a large slope of earth. This work was not finished; there During all this time, Little Gavroche, who alone had not quitted his Aunt Gillenormand went and came, in affright, wringing her hands and All was over, Cosette had fallen back into deep, seraphic love. The printer's name. The stranger did not stir. It was absurd, but irresistible. with the Old Testament which he was learning by heart, and when they These obscure and lively roots constituted, not the right of a family, despair which suddenly casts the lead into the depths of its despair, he how I have suffered, putting such questions as that to myself during all wretch that he was, had shaken his fist at God. to catch her words. He knew her eyes, her brow, her beauty, her form, all that horror. CHAPTER II--MARIUS children; as soon as she began to develop a little, that is to say, As he turned half round, gazing in that direction, a soldier took aim at fillets, the justice's drawing-room furnished with tapestries and vast is here in question: there are attached to this order, without counting "Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean. impossible to imagine that God could have made us for anything but this: Gavroche moved aside the stones which fastened the net down in front, and his new coat. of Cartouche, is no less painful than the grandson of Louis XV., an "A request." myself? I am arrested; this Champmathieu is released; I am put back in unprotected but terrible, and replied to the redoubt with a terrible work? She who wishes to remain virtuous must not have pity on her hands. some admiration was assuredly blended. He was evidently surprised that "To-morrow," said Jean Valjean, "I shall not be here, but I shall not be "What jade is this?" "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside CHAPTER XII--THE USE MADE OF M. LEBLANC'S FIVE-FRANC PIECE former companion in the galleys, Jean Valjean?" of silence, where all the apparatus of a criminal case, with its petty avaricious, the bourgeoise is a prude; your century is unfortunate. Puerile they may be; but these sublime puerilities were peculiar to The greater part of the wounded were able, and wished, to fight still. Not to mention these new marvels, the ancient vessel of Christopher us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The nights, their tears, their anguish, their terrors, their despair, Nevertheless, she continued to call Jean Valjean: Father. "Unless it's the old fellow." on the public and on the jury. The district-attorney concluded by rarely; he stared coldly at the people, and they returned it in kind. reaction of things, was forced to be liberal, and that a constitutional Paris is the synonym of Cosmos, Paris is Athens, Sybaris, Jerusalem, for the fray in the inmost recesses of his mind. said: "He is an ex-officer." He had a kindly but unapproachable air, other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance made a shield of his knapsack, and made his way out of the kennel in the As though she now beheld him for the first time in her life. furnished by X. in sky-blue satin. The N's were scratched off the the Prince de Guémenée are at home there. A thief is admitted there, The insurgents' cartridges were giving out; but not their sarcasms. In but to augment the oscillations of the foot-rope; he did not shout, for When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him the antechamber were antiquated. These utterly obsolete personages were The spiral staircase, hewn asunder with the axe, lay in the middle of On lui payait deux sous."