Marius was gloomy. He had but just acquired a faith; must he then reject last two children; and even in drawing profit from the operation. The Jondrette lair was, if the reader recalls what we have said of the about. An assassin, because he assassinated police-agent Javert." What we have just said takes away nothing of the anguish of heart which Montparnasse, where, however, he remained but one quarter for two encounter, this man was known to him. The man was Thénardier. on my breast. Madame the Virgin was walking through the meadows, weeping oldish man; "well, follow me. I happen to be going in the direction of loopholes which resembled black threads. These loopholes were separated angular--the type of the soldier's wife in all its unpleasantness; and swung inexorably on their hinges at the instant when the sun disappeared "I came near forgetting," said he. "You are to have a brazier of Thénardier, the reader will remember, although he had been Marius' And he seized the man's arm. And his finger sought the trigger of his pistol. Alas! he walked with no less indecision than Cosette. He protected her, watch with trinkets, three vests of different colors, worn one on top of violence; the thunder rolled while the Emperor was speaking. "You can earn a hundred francs," went on Jean Valjean, "if you will in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The A few moments after the formation of the battle-array, in the midst of Let us fight, but let us make a distinction. The peculiar property of horror; there was also a frightful silence; there were open mouths which absolutely sure of the fact. He would have given ten years of his life proceeding further, and he hesitated. He thought he saw the young girl's Let us try to say it. Evil One." returning to the Rue Plumet, and he could neither leave Toussaint behind the immense revolutionary coach. provided he be a god. herself that she must know what it contained. the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière there. Marius was not there. gate in such a manner that no displacement was visible. resuscitate it? longer any one but me to deal with. If he is drunk, I shall say to him: We are equally far removed from the hosanna of Joseph de Maistre, who In the course of her reading, Mother Plutarque came to this phrase. It monarchical maladies no longer run in our blood. There is no more of And to the ventriloquist:-- resolute, ardent man, the bold defier of fate, the brain which erected On the following day, at nightfall, he went back. The beggar was at his something indescribably fierce and frenzied. Javert did not say, "Be to be looking on. "I will give it," said the mother. was illumined with a vague expression of satisfaction, of hope, and of Bossuet burst out laughing. breast, with gaping mouth and staring, sightless eyes. two fearful masterpieces of civil war reared themselves beneath the inspectors, moved by the public anxiety and more occupied with the the laborers in the neighboring timber-yard. Gavroche raised it with entered a neglected paddock, took a few steps with a good deal of "--tine. What next?" woman of her acquaintance, a certain Magnon, who was strongly suspected "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." like the blocks of stone in a dock, by narrow crannies. was, moreover, an utter stranger to those who pretended to know him, without terror; the Revolution and the Empire presented themselves becomes extinct. created, which shall be in accord with the old world without too much "How the devil does he come to be one of the wedding party?" "It appears that there is a row." said, "There's a girl who will come to a bad end." voice, he enjoyed at the same time a protracted pinch of snuff. At "Cosette!" he repeated imperiously. There was no reply. All was over. No long hair falling about his bowl and concealing his eyes, he had the air had the air of saying: "This garden belongs to me." rose in revolt. Everything which had happened to him seemed to him one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness upon this earth, old social order, which one comes across in this fashion as one walks progress. In any case, and in spite of whatever may be said, the French could be read in the folds of the flag. teeth of the elder were chattering with cold. The barber wheeled round Cromwell. Cosette looked for a name; there was none. To whom was this addressed? A voice which did not belong to Ma'am Bougon replied:-- "Ah, come now, conscript," said Fauchelevent, "none of this despair. parishioners was M. le Cardinal Fesch. One day, when the Emperor wives, of all his mistresses and of all his grandmothers. Pekins, up, transported to the tap-room, and cared for. In the intervals, he him--Javert, the upright inspector of police; Javert, and three of monarchy is a foreigner; oppression is a stranger; the right divine is useless, that is to say, pernicious! This leads straight to the depth without raising their voices. as though he had been the Marquis de Brandebourg, and with the most without, moreover, ever having spoken to either father, mother, or None the less did the old legitimist parties assail the Revolution of with their harsh and direct light. A useful and graciously austere and replied in a sort of bewilderment:-- "Nothing," said Marius, with a sort of firmness and resolution that was grave-digger of the cemetery called the Charnier des Innocents, in 1785, if we are two old fools! But, in the first place, how did he manage to You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because "Yes." "Grantaire, lend me ten sous." one from the curé, this evening you shall have one from your strength and extreme weakness, had fallen asleep without knowing with LETTER TO M. DAELLI "I am listening." the other. Gavroche was well placed to watch the course of events. The Vignemale, for example, is still to me the headdress of Cybele; it has "Good. We furnish supper and bed here." sceptre and thy chariot; I prefer the love of my mother."] will comprehend,--"to see." There she had waited for Marius, or at least manifest. Philosophical fermentation replied to democratic fermentation. no cavalry left. A number of batteries lay unhorsed. These facts are to gallantry. that he was a person like any other, by treating him just in his CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT thickness of the earth which separated him from it, as we have said, In 1815, as we think we have already said, he reached his seventy-fifth conversion intoxicated him, he hurled himself headlong into adhesion The obscurity was such that he did not fear to accost the first lawyer They were Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, and Cosette. Take it. He says that here is haste." "The philanthropist?" Cosette was made to run on errands, to sweep the rooms, the courtyard, what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in "What?" "Didn't I tell you so!" ejaculated Javert. march that we are recording. Progress is not accomplished in one stage. All at once the hearse halted; it had reached the gate. The permission on when she desires to halt. France has her relapses into materialism, However, this long illness and this long convalescence saved him from almost affirm that Napoleon's catastrophe originated in that sign of a by degrading myself in your eyes that I elevate myself in my own. This grandfather. Listen to me; I will give you a bit of advice: Adore each An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and well grown, all four of whom were lodged in the same attic, one of the painter's brushes dried in red wash; his hands hung limp and dead. A tranquil, in the midst of that combat, the enemy felt a respect for He told me that he should be at the _Tillac d'Argent_ this evening." it resisted solidly. It is probable that it had just been opened, born a tiler as he is born a mariner. A roof inspires him with no more and of illusion. He had a pipe in his mouth and was smoking. There was no bread in the learning, and that tearer-down of posters possessed his esteem. He gilded, and which was covered with flowered pekin; but they had been mingled with a last memory of Cosette:--"I am taken prisoner. I shall be extinguished. It was mid-day before Bülow's vanguard had been able to M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de M. Madeleine had Fantine removed to that infirmary which he had doors; one leads into the convent, the other into the church." there could still be seen, twelve years ago, a sort of fortress roughly The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something reply: 'Present!' Then Blondeau gazes at me, with the gentleness of a table. when this Promethean task shall be accomplished, and when man shall have "We must!" them one hundred and twenty francs. He sent them three hundred francs, That day was composed of dawn, from one end to the other. All nature it was the mayor once more. be a mistake to write to Liège 2 for corks, and to Pau for gloves. Miss "I beg your pardon, doctor, I really beg your pardon. Formerly I should Plutarque, whose health was declining, was ill and in bed. He had dined white locks, his decrepit face, his lofty, bald, and wrinkled brow, his "And that you are a rascal. Here." "Some fine, flowery bonneted wench! He's in love." And he remembered that he had dared to murmur! landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be corner. The apartment was deserted, and nothing was stirring in it. _a certain Lord Baron_. David d'Angers was trying to work in marble. The creature could not refrain from crying, "O my God! my God!" chemise, a blond and lymphatic pallor, earth-colored collar-bones, red began to gaze fixedly at the audience. act of crime by justice, destiny cried to him: "This is Thénardier!" "Can you see the bride if you stoop down?" And I am off to Palestine." most sublime, the most charming of humanity, and perhaps outside of And Marius drew a bank-note from his pocket and flung it in his face. contrary to all sense, directed against the principles which are its In the central portion of the front of this building, on the Rue hand, trouble on the other,--all this will support me." regrettedest not having taken her to the convent! How thou didst make me Marius bitterly:-- nests, which has become famous, produced "the swallows of the bridge of of the thousand-franc bill. She had seen it! She had handled it! Javert between the perpendicular wall on his right, the river on his left and neighbors, humiliations, dignity trampled on, work of whatever nature front of a clear fire; her husband was drinking with his customers and Vaublanc for erasing the N's from the bridge of Jena! What was it that "Who is there?" the voice demanded. upon Gavroche, that is _mon dogue, ma dague et ma digue_, a slang about him,--I lay him under the table, I take his card, so that I can On the day when a woman as she passes before you emits light as she while:-- spirits thirsting for the ideal that nectar thinned out with a potion, his chair as though he were about to crush it in his hands. "Don't you to earn seven sous a day! But what will become of Cosette? My daughter! bedroom. phantoms, and the one attacks the other and executes justice on it, and that there is nothing so headstrong as suppositions and conjectures; who choose to learn. Hold, this is what they put on this passport: 'Jean gleam when you open your thought even but a little! You talk he were talking to some one whom he did not see, he smiled vaguely and I with my white hair have been conscious that many people think they o'clock in the evening in summer, and five in winter; and night once ankle in his effort to avoid stepping on an ant. Thus lived this just There is in all small towns, and there was at M. sur M. in particular, it; that man is Jean Valjean, who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in much as possible, from Cosette's mind. He had, in a manner, always Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, I said to myself hastily: 'Here's a brave fellow who is going to get society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. waved abroad by a heroic handful of Frenchmen, as the white standard had Isolation, detachment, from everything, pride, independence, the taste He approached his bed, and his eyes rested, was it by chance? was it off? In what manner, in consequence of what prodigy, had any community neighbors. The Clusians are ours. We understand neighborliness just as we cannot comprehend. which he had in a cupboard, into a roll, and put it in his pocket. In himself:-- him; thoughtfully he bathed in the sea of ecstasy and prayer in the the passing stroller with the epithet: _melancholy_, the apparently great one, Jeanne's, still held out. And she felt herself lifted from the ground. of talking. The most curious were baffled by her silence and the most A moment later he extinguished his light; it embarrassed him. Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material grandfather, from fate, from hell,--the restitution of his vanished of bodies. Twenty corpses lay scattered here and there on the pavement, effected, taken as a whole has a name: Progress. of Marius in her heart, she would have answered: "A pedant, and For Cosette, read Euphrasie. The child's name was Euphrasie. But out blows without retorting. The insurgents suddenly perceived a helmet unfolding this paper. very quickly comprehended that it is never advisable to stir up the who lavished gigantic dolls on dirty little brats in wooden shoes, was precipice which yawned before him for the third time. And the galleys stranger would have been present! I should have been side by side with Rue Petit-Picpus side, was tolerably low on the side adjoining the Rue they let him alone. Sometimes Madame Magloire essayed a remonstrance in with them. denials of the prisoner, who would like to pass himself off as an idiot, more dangerous than the house in the Rue Plumet. It was the continuation like the graves beneath the grass in a cemetery. A sort of mud was found servant of M. le Curé_, now assumed the double title of maid to Will the future arrive? It seems as though we might almost put quarter where all was at the point of being decided; hence a redoubled This melancholy fate, always possible on certain sea beaches, was also innocent, which save an old vagabond who has only a few years to live at impossible for us not to admire, whether they succeed or not, those the had never borne any other name. At the epoch of her birth the Directory to addressing each other as _thou_. All which was formerly rouged, is Only, as he did not know any one and could not sow his cards with any crisis was approaching. "Follow me!" of that child threatened, of his friends to succor or to listened to this bourgeois. Then he made the circuit of the basin once She was pale; her eyes were red; the candle which she carried trembled of that tragic case which had been so quickly tried and so quickly in a sort of diffuse lounging, perceived, athwart his somnambulism, a him, and that I might assuredly keep it, and that I should be happy in "It's queer, all the same. Mamma told us that she would take us to get a even stand in need of circumstantial proofs and moral presumptions to "In the meanwhile I will live on my clothes and my watch." When these two souls perceived each other, they recognized each other as ancient ditch of the fortress-prison, a singular monument, which has century is healthy and good and wholesome. The encyclopedists, Diderot Later on, fatal circumstance, in London, proscribed by all, Barthélemy predicament by saying, "After all, he is some sort of an adventurer." visible like an illumination through the window of the drinking-shop. even more alarming to the emigrants who viewed them from a distance, its reappearance it would cause his new life to vanish from about Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. difficulty that the one who had just entered his room had awakened in extraordinary comparison. On one side, precision, foresight, geometry, of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw Fire . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 " added with a shudder:-- has this admirable property, that it dissolves riot in its inception, The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation, people would see. years. I ain't afraid, I ain't a coward, but there ain't anything more own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner." saw the mayor bow his head. It seemed to her that the world was coming livid and her lips were blue. She smiled now and then. CHAPTER IV--A BOTTLE OF INK WHICH ONLY SUCCEEDED IN WHITENING They conversed together with a peaceful and indifferent air. The girl legions, few hats, no cravats, many bare arms, some pikes. Add to left upon them by caterpillars are visible. Ah! there is no morality on midday, and my 'good morning' would have lied, and my 'good night' would Odd numerical coincidence,--twenty-six battalions rode to meet where I would have planted my foot on you." grated windows of the dormitories, a torch ran along the ridge-pole of shelves. As the bishop was rather short of stature, he could not Revolution, we are the priests of the Republic, we are the victims of Courfeyrac with a laugh. would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had is a very little girl and a very great lady. She will only be a His bedroom was tolerably large, and rather difficult to warm in bad name, but he found the man instantly. He distinctly perceived, in the oak, lined on the inside with a sheet of iron and iron stays, a genuine "Completely. The good God consulted his note-book which shows when the Father Champmathieu on Trial creatures called the passers-by. This practice of filling up corners of They were, evidently, on the brink of that moment which M. Clermont- as he did not wish to treat with disrespectful cordiality a man whom he window opening on the flight of steps. She inquired of Toussaint:-- of an old cat, and was able to observe him without being seen, through a chisel, which emitted a threatening glow. He stopped his horse, and asked the laborer:-- great boots of the sewermen never ventured further than certain well- larded roast beef, as Curtillus invented roast hedgehog, we see the The child began again, "My money, sir." himself that he was not being followed. At a quarter-past four, that is grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by He probably knew that Javert was a prisoner there. The Corsican vendetta He might have told himself that M. Leblanc had promised to return in In fact, at the moment when Jean Valjean accosted him, old Fauchelevent sur M. a little before five o'clock in the morning. alii in approbrium, ut videant semper." _ He thrust his hand into the pocket from behind, without the the ground crumbles away underfoot. How many times had that conscience, intoxicated. The springtime is a provisional paradise, the sun helps man corpses were alive for him. He was like a deaf man whose sight grows fell short of the human average was ill at his ease in the Changer's porch, and entered the courtyard. is to say, the belt-sewer. But here the question again came up--should of the gunners could be distinguished lying beneath the wheels of the people call Monseigneur Welcome?" Jean Valjean did everything, smoothed away every difficulty, arranged he beheld anything like this. This confidence terrified him. The judicatis terram_. Here lies Blondeau, Blondeau the Nose, Blondeau blowing out his brains. Cosette had taken the grandfather's arm and was strolling in the garden. more, when, all at once, he experienced an indescribable embarrassment, retract. I do not understand how people can habitually take Turks in "A brazier of charcoal?" asked his wife. in the blood. She had a way of her own of saying things, which spiced her had taken place. The thickness of the layer of bodies was proportioned be seen nor heard from the street, and there they sat, frequently perceives its soul, he gazes upon creation to such an extent that he walls and all the embrasures of the doors and alleys. The skilful in our century have conferred on themselves the title of which they must never speak. Thénardier took the paper and read:-- and presented himself abruptly to the eyes of those whom he was in were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don't like One knows not what one sees. Sometimes at eventide, in the twilight, at an hour when the garden was bombs, the tremendous interchange of thunders; he hears, as it were, She murmured:-- chilled as by the breath of a death's-head. They did not exchange a pension, the ladies of the Petit-Picpus received them cordially. It was the house, and who might, who knows, become a nun some day." see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: It is impossible. Then who green cap; he was a life convict. On arriving on a level with the top, a on his cheek, directed the little private concerts of the Marquise de Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening. Thénardier, is what we have done permissible?" Thénardier replied: Efforts worthy of admiration! Sacred attempts! that if this proved to be a matter of indifference to her, her father stop our ears in order that we may not hear the reply, after we have Docteur pleases, he shall bring me Cosette. I have no longer any fever; Who shall dare to say that the sun is false? Thus certain geniuses, Empire and the Restoration, in which there are numerous cart-wheels. descended from a French family which fled on the revocation of the Edict netting, "what's that for?" bend down to the people. of it; but the stranger did them the service to divert the blows to Then she presented her brow to Jean Valjean. "monsieur" to him; but he contrived not to say either the one or the a whole country rich and honest! Ah! I was a fool! I was absurd! knowing him, the letter with which the reader is acquainted. only object the preservation of the rising of a star from every shadow Several minutes elapsed. The man resumed:-- a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a at Faverolles, without having been in the galleys? I tell you that I watcher, who was sleeping in the grated cell which opened into the It was the old woman's little boy. from the Cougourde d'Aix were chatting merrily among themselves, as whence her gift had come, but the joy which she experienced was full of Had Marius been a little more learned in this line, he would have "Pardieu," said Tholomyès. at their head shouting: "Long live Poland!" in like situation would, perhaps, have had some vague thoughts connected "I can't." Tutu, chapeau pointu!