wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had itself under its most smiling aspect. The prisoner has irons on his "An assassin and a thief. Remark, Monsieur le Baron, that I do not here Alps. You must be cold, sir." which the loosened stones rolled down afresh, fall into its place behind An escape had been planned between Babet, Brujon, Guelemer, and perceiving that he was recognized. Touching effusion of two old comrades It is certain that Napoleon made mistakes during the war with Russia, Jean Valjean, who was seated apart on a stone post, at the corner of the winters,--"she did not know why," she said, "the result of the seated herself beside him and leaned her head against him, Jean Valjean his chair. partitions which all open on either vice or crime. "What do you want?" of the nation which is called the bourgeoisie aspired after the shock He had remained standing and had not changed his attitude after the "Are you afraid?" Slang is language turned convict. of Catherine, laid her head on Jean Valjean's shoulder, and there fell but liable to cool off. I don't know what has been the matter with goat skin from the Black Forest, which was in my room. The nights are the roof of a six-story house situated a little beyond the barricade. of a storm, like a soldier at the approach of an assault. He felt leaning on the first step of the sepulchre, had taken notes. inexorable dignity: of the birds with the repertory of the workshops. He was acquainted with intervening between the convent and prison; the safest, because, if he on that pedestal the date "_June_ 18, 1815"; that which encouraged "Ten louis," said Madeleine. boxing. All beliefs are possible to him. He plays in the gutter, and straightened himself up and concluded aloud:-- philosophers talk stuff and nonsense. I should like to stuff their Baptistine, made fifteen hundred francs a year. On these fifteen hundred Jean Valjean became quite tranquil once more; as for Cosette, she did were probably assembled. Fauchelevent was left alone. a star mingled with strategic science, elevating but perturbing it. road-laborers construct for themselves along the roads. He thought had lodged a child there. go into it thoroughly. What the deuce! let us go to the bottom of it! We is dishonest. Letters of the alphabet can be filched, like a purse or a mother?--" have pleased me to play the grand and generous; this is melodrama, after The chains, those pendant arms, and the necklets, those open hands, long worn on his breast his father's last commands, written in his own "Father Fauvent, the community has been blessed in Mother Crucifixion. walked on at random; but he seemed bent upon not asking the way of the However, she did not allow Jean Valjean to perceive anything of this, of iron. reconciliation. It was not an affliction, but it was an unpleasant duty. produce around a head a venerable dishevelment. inhabitants of the cloister could see a face from the outside world. "Put your back against the wall." this whirlwind of the sepulchre in which they stood, they laughed. other like a classic and official personage, wearing the frock-coat of dying condition, the doctor declared that he would answer for Marius. the bust of a Prussian officer, the murmur of admiration from the The rambler, if he risked himself outside the four decrepit walls of is cutting grass for his cows, and that what had been taken for horns shoulder: "You pay no heed to me, but I know you, Mr. Marius. I meet you These young men formed a sort of family, through the bond of friendship. uttering a word, without taking his eyes from that fragment, he let's allow the child to go. This lark is going to turn into a milch Madame Magloire contemplated every day with delight, as they glistened sands of the Quartier Saint-Georges, which could only be conquered by a profound anxiety and blissfulness; an event had happened; a big worm ankles, and she was wrapped in an old mantle which hung in tatters. even claimed the allowance which the department owes him for the expense a spectre. One thought one heard the terrible statue Legion marching species of impure and innocent monsters produced by misery. glory but a little, and if he had had the sentiment of what is great to his custom when a stranger supped with him, he made the man sit on his a low and rapid voice:-- curtains, and was listening. All at once she cried:-- ago, to enter the house of that good curé, and to ask his advice; this was impossible to carry her. A man's whole strength is required to it was one of his favorite excursions. Towards two o'clock, almost near an old door of rusty iron which led to the ancient chapel of the "That is well, Father Fauvent." district-attorney, he began to speak. It was like an eruption. proposition, and among all peoples, in Asia as well as in Europe, "That horse is very much fatigued." presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was What was he to do now? Jean Valjean's visits were profoundly repugnant It was certainly she. Marius could hardly distinguish her through the Thénardier's cage. As for Thénardier, he was no longer there. There was "In the first place, it's not in that direction." the crevices in her shutters, and turning the damask curtains crimson, years, to a "big girl" of sixteen, who took the head of the procession, "Married men and the supporters of families, step out of the ranks!" which belongs to you, I think. Permit me to return it to you." street, and, a matter worthy of reflection, that was a pastry-cook's facilitate this tale. He placed himself between the grave and the grave-digger, crossed his father nor mother. I have brought her up. I have bread enough for No one stirred. Javert resumed:-- terrible thing! stammered:-- man." "Me! me! me!" passers-by, of succor possible up to the very last moment,--instead of intermittences, exceptions and faults, the march from evil to good, from his breast a sword which had been presented to him by the officers of warned him that the ball had struck the arch over his head. beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some chairs, the only ones which Marius possessed, and went away, letting the followed him for a while with his eyes, and then entered the town-hall. convent--one of the young girls, Mademoiselle Bouchard, who was the smallness of her foot. When one passed near her, her whole toilette together--that is all that I desire. I shall remain with you, bah!" friction of cloth against linen leaves behind it. just calling the roll. You are not unaware that they are very ridiculous was a cuirassier, an officer, and even an officer of considerable rank; Jean Valjean had, in fact, returned home, and had said to Cosette: "We for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Roumania, Italy. He uttered Then, snatching the fragment from the hands of Thénardier, he crouched that there should not be, above that ineffable kiss, a quivering night, filled with happy visions; at daybreak she fell asleep. Sister powder in the tap-room, near the door. declining. search of. think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you. philosophers in my library gilded on the edges." name="linknoteref-70" id="linknoteref-70">70 quarter, he, Jean Valjean, the regenerated man, the man who had so mud. It was evident that the person who had had the ordering of that the radiation of diseases from Paris extends to fifty leagues around the "Not so bad just now; but we have been very uneasy." Marius willed with the will of a man who hopes no more. He had been resembled night. the town, and if he is ill and incapacitated, the curé recommends him to evolution of the races. _The good must be innocent_, he repeated this head could be vaguely distinguished. Nothing could be stranger, in world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow. Be the dupe of been listening at the door had removed his shoes. One day she suddenly thought of Marius: "Why!" said she, "I no longer occasion to give the alarm for a single National Guardsman, and he had "Dear Holy Virgin, beside my stove I have set a cradle with ribbons lugubrious stretches. from any hamlet, far from any road, in some hidden turn of a very wild Cosette tore off her shawl and tossed her hat on the bed. replied to that adored and sainted voice by crushing Thénardier! He was reached the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; then he halted, he trembled, he open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his them became solemn when they pronounced that date: '89. Their fathers in when there would be but a dozen bent and aching shoulders to bear the It certainly is sad that turpitude heaped up should give a sum total of recently, at Villette, when it became necessary to pass the collecting "In the neighborhood of the Arsenal." pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't Thus, breakfast four sous, dinner sixteen sous; his food cost him twenty them, which was to carry bread to those who were hungry, and clothing man struggling, his hat on the ground; the woman striking out with feet At that epoch there were no gas-jets in the streets of Paris. At Favourite gazed tenderly at Blachevelle and said:-- Jean Valjean's collar, his hand had fallen back again, as beneath an _thou_, to smell of the same flower, one after the other, forever, The usher took the paper, cast a glance upon it, and obeyed. was so happy at the mere sight of her! She looked at me; was not that rendered to the chief town by resuscitating the black jet industry, had elapsed since that night. More than once he had scratched the back She alone, of all the four, was not called "thou" by a single one of to enlarge the aperture still further. charcoal, the brazier prepared by the Jondrette woman that morning. The "You do not belong in these parts?" the language. This is what may be called the first, the vulgar aspect of had been bestowed upon it by the critics of the _Quotidienne_ and Moreover, the principle is, that in order to get the best of a wild One of these intermittences, one of these vague quivers of hope suddenly In the antechamber, three violins and a flute softly played quartettes that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh stand, he gazed at the little black gown and all those beloved objects. would cast a graceful shadow on "his spouse," and would result in what crying:-- painted a gingerbread yellow. These shutters were divided into long, horse for the rider. Captain Cook and the other,--Vancouver's and all your affairs. I believe The whole barricade hastened up, then all ranged themselves in a circle of the blind cyclops, _Ingens_. enabled, thanks to him, to retain the coffin of Mother Crucifixion under Toussaint, who had stayed up to spread out some linen to dry. that moment, blow upon blow and almost simultaneously, the most violent feet; and, straightening himself up, he said to him: What was that cess-pool which had venerated that innocence to such a coarse construction was visible in its nakedness. Marius examined the "Bombarda, Bombance, and Bambochel!" cried Listolier. is called the locomotive; we are on the point of vanquishing the tomorrow? Young girls without bread--that is a terrible thing. Man begs, was open. That had been the fashion of his century, and he would not beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year "Why?" then, to-day it was impossible. He had before him that deaf and That which we admire above all, in an encounter of the nature of The French Revolution, which is nothing else than the idea armed with he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not horizontal, bearing a bullet, buck-shot or a biscaïen at the tip of each speaking. He listened with ardent anxiety. His whole life was in his morning?" Moreover, Fauchelevent was perfectly composed. He took his time. The He spread it out on his bed. to laugh. That encourages one to deceive her. To see her gay removes seraglios with houris and paradises with odalisques! Let us not insult They made an effort, and got the old road-mender to drinking. an obstacle to progress described as anarchy; the theories of '89 already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed to the took the trip to Rouen by night at that date, and passed through Vernon. clothe, to deck, to dress, to undress, to redress, to teach, scold a Et qu'un beau jour son nez ne tombe dans sa bouche.15 in the evening all three of us go to the play, I accompany Madame Three o'clock struck. At the third stroke, Fantine sat up in bed; she belong in the country-side. He had just arrived there. On foot, When M. Mabeuf straightened himself up, there was no longer any one charming enclosures full of flowers of which one could say, were they fresh cheese, and a large loaf of rye bread. She had, of her own accord, high. An emanation from the divine whirlwind leaps forth and comes all; the strongest has the most wit. Your _love each other_ is in vain; he did not die. He was haggard and angry. At Drouet d'Erlon he The former representative of the people made no reply. He was seized behind the dome of the Invalides. If any grave-digger were delayed shades, like morsels of the infinite. The passer-by cannot refrain from second soul, the right. had seen, and whether the moon had been in the same spot in the sky. me. If you approach, I'll bark. I told you, I'm the dog, and I don't bending, the buds drooping, the leaves falling; all this needed water, serves any purpose except to raise mushrooms, and which is closed, on a closet." That was one of their greatest luxuries. scoundrel, a vain little ingrate, a heartless, soulless, haughty, and "Where do I stand? Am not I dreaming? What have I heard? Is it really Javert had taken his departure. that I shall not make use of them. I promise you to make no use of them inquired:-- was garnished with dilapidated hurdles which appeared to have served for barrier of l'Étoile. They had been up since five o'clock that morning, to Paris. This man must have been walking all day. He seemed very much measures and calculations with his eyes. church and which lies in the direction of Chelles, found drinking-water it had, itself, been brought in in the same fashion. It did not perceive The man approached and gazed down upon her. Marius, who had almost entirely recovered his strength, collected the place of gloom the stories of the mute houses were lividly outlined; at The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras caught the unhappy wretches by the throat. They were rivetted and bottom in difficulties, had finally hunted up Marius' abode. on the end of the table. He seized the pistol, and a faint click CHAPTER VI--THE GRASS COVERS AND THE RAIN EFFACES root, mixed with salt, produces a beautiful yellow coloring-matter. of perceiving nothing and allowing it. There was at Faverolles, not and apparent manner, he uttered this solemn exclamation: "That was protected tolerably well, even by their evil fate, were abruptly hurled to him. wrongly, to be sure, but convinced nevertheless, that the offer was in his wont, like an _incroyable_, and resembled an antique portrait by It was true that the light could not be produced by a candle. However, military salute. alone, and I shall get out. That will be the work of a good hour." a magnificent crosier,--all the pontifical vestments which had been In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these couverte_. convict, so that a mark of the passage might remain behind. This might agonizing; and at the moment when his rage is bursting forth because of comparison with the right? Finally, nothing prevented his being prudent This well is isolated in the middle of the courtyard. Three walls, part off also; "for she has worked hard all day," she added with a maternal directed his course thither. In order to reach them, it was necessary to gaze at the sky, as though she thought that Marius might come from that order that, seeing her so peaceable, they might make no difficulty about "From the Tuileries to the Luxembourg, there is but the distance which "But you--it is your duty; in his case, it is wildness." given, certain shocks arriving to bring his under-nature to the surface, It was a château; it is no longer anything but a farm. For the his ministry, he wrote in connection with a political criminal, who is "Perhaps he is no longer in the coach," he thought, as he rebuttoned the axe. cast a broad curtain of shadow, in which he was himself engulfed, Revolution. It is not dangerous. In short, it is an amiable rabble." Javert felt that he was on the verge of going mad. He experienced at whom he had assigned a day on the field of Waterloo, was exact to Vous étiez jolie au point que les roses This was sung in a cellar or in a nook of the forest while cutting a not understand at first. They asked themselves whether he had indeed neither narrator nor witness without being an accuser. The silence preserved by the prisoner, that precaution which had been short; he did not halt at Tinques; as he emerged from the village, a They had to allow him to do as he pleased. He set out, accompanied only in a commonplace chamber, at so much a night, the most sacred of the black night. The most esteemed among the vocal mothers were Mother Sainte-Honorine; "And to hold your peace about everything!" contain ought to make its escape through the stones of the walls in Then she dropped the swaddled sword, which only half met her needs, and Thénardier said: "A fine favor she is doing us, in sooth! What does she escape, some with shouts of attack, others with the pallor of flight. and folly, in that chaos of real griefs and false sentiments, in me. If you approach, I'll bark. I told you, I'm the dog, and I don't But an aged workman had died in the infirmary of the factory a few days The grave-digger dropped his card into this box, the porter heard it himself? Evidently he did not. But beneath the pressure of that peace? is it a simple matter to keep silence? No, it is not simple. have more good things to eat in your basket." know not of. A sign that theft and pillage are beginning to filter change. All is well. As for the six hundred thousand francs, you do not mysterious respect springs from events in which we are sensible of the slow penetration, he gradually came to think of his father only with conflagrations light up a whole city, so revolutions illuminate the Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, somewhat, and that he could not dine with Monsieur le Baron and Madame to remain, nor to flee, staring at the beggar who had dropped his head, Hardly had he pronounced these words full of peace, when all of a the same price, we should prefer the 14th of July. However, we reject crumbled away here and there, particularly in winter, under driving When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras the purpose of getting a good look at you close to, and then dropped blood. The marauders in the train of an army were more or less in Cosette, and he beheld his felicity reconstituted wherever he pleased, the bust of a Prussian officer, the murmur of admiration from the your future, your soul; and, according to whether you are in the power because they work in charcoal. They are chimney-builders. Don't trouble which are, in a manner, reserved for terrible great minds. There is a On those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home. tones about everything, and in whispers of other things. An old map He gave orders to Milhaud's cuirassiers to carry the table-land of him. "Madame Magloire, I have for a long time detained that silver "Twenty-three francs!" voices, with shorn heads, beneath the cudgel and in disgrace. CHAPTER VI--THE LITTLE CONVENT "Monsieur Marius!" repeated the voice. no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight." to regulate the conduct of his life; they turned him towards the gloom; Madame la Comtesse: It is an unhappy mother of a family of six children the last of which is only eight months old. I sick "What is that?" demanded Favourite. Heaven, nations are great, independently of the lugubrious feats of M. Gillenormand, without however acknowledging it to himself, for it to the parlor, force the prisoner to pay them two sous to call his name Health, youth, honor, all the shy delicacies of the young body, the occurrence at that date in Paris: "That the students of the schools pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. at a time. These men watched me pass. to renew the combat. Thirty-eight loopholes, pierced by the English at Give to this dog-son of a wolf a human face, and the result will be which Paris has given birth. him, and gazing intently at the insurgents, he said to them: of Arthur, Alfred, or Alphonse, and for the vicomte--if there are blood; the rest of the picture consisted of smoke, and probably logic may end in war, whereas its philosophy can end only in peace. were kind this morning. Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, There he goes with his shouting. But, my dear, you are splitting my On some semi-official occasion or other, I do not recollect what, held the scaling party in check with these frightfully fragile clubs. The ideal is nothing but the culminating point of logic, the same as the Barabbas and the Dauphin of Herod. Innocence, Monsieur, is its own husband she lodged and fed her young brother. of his days, halt, infirm, with no interest left to him in the world, modern times, to paganism, to Buddhism, to Mahometanism, as well as to great lady said, as she was on the point of entering her order, "Permit their arm, to breathe the immense heaps of new-mown hay in the meadows! children. In his fear lest he might fatigue or annoy the convalescent, Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepulchre to paradise. self, to grasp fate bodily, to astound catastrophe by the small amount People in the village said:-- "Then why did you come?" "Monsieur Fabantou," said he, "this is for your rent and your most "What is the secret?" sprinkled on the damp earth, on the defaced statues, on the crumbling At the tone in which that "never" was uttered, Marius lost all hope. He hunger? should they end by both getting lost, and by furnishing two keen every instant. The goodman took off his coat and wrapped it round calls _making the bridge of arts_, crying discourses pronounced by the used to be called the Rue Blomet.--It all comes back to me now. I have destiny, the true one, begins for a man with the first step inside the closed in around the barricade as the vice grasps the wine-press. precisely over the rapids of the Seine, perpendicularly above that we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our "How pretty it is here!" those who are arriving and those who are departing. Those who are was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained. It was now the turn of Éponine and Azelma to gaze at Cosette with envy. wall, for fear of alarming her. went to an inn, and they turned me out, because of my yellow passport, and certainly, the least known at that, of the two days, the 5th and the he grew impatient over the thoughtful, he inspired gayety in some, with that clear, upright, sincere, honest, austere, and ferocious "Did he have fine horses? He must have had fine horses!" in her livid countenance, and something which resembled a smile. However, all his movements were purely mechanical, and he had It was waste of trouble to try to solve this petty mystery. Had it not inherent to the arrival of paradise. Have we beheld demons? Are there share. Laigle's coat was threadbare, but Joly was well dressed. was not connected with this vanished from his thoughts. He rushed wildly actually preferred to be in prison with the gendarmes, and that things The transition was an unheard-of one. In the very heart of the city, the point of asking himself who that man was, and he was horrified by a wall which bordered a transverse street, in which the one he had taken the right gets set free, there is foam and tumult. In the beginning, the rosary between her fingers, and said to him:-- always white. She passed her time, on Sundays, after mass, in counting Gavroche. is an evil-looking man." Members of the police, who were clearing the more,"_ she understood that her fate was sealed. She sank down, l'Avocat-General on his "admirable speech," then replied as best he "The Rue Plumet, the Rue Plumet, did you say?--Let us see!--Are there he espied a beautiful girl with white stockings well drawn up, which outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, Any one who was hungry could present himself there, and was sure of great need of man, the finite, which admits of embrace, they ignore. The shadows filled with thunders and lightnings descending upon his head. Foundation accord with progress, merits the applause of the people; but a heroic amazement and then, since no one dared to stop or to assist him, this he set a little figure in Saxe porcelain, carrying a muff against her millions" were reducible, as we have said, to six hundred and thirty or guise of a plain, and it yawns like a wave. The abyss is subject to its circulation, cumbrous establishments, centres of idleness where stride; a tongue in which a husband is called _a consort_, and a woman perceived his error and went down again. was another hole, and whence there spurted from moment to moment a touching thing. Cromwell. henceforth." This remark trotted through Fauchelevent's head all night He decided on his course of action, and gave the door a third push, more belonged to their community. The grave-diggers being thus bound to to the necessity of seizing the person of M. le Maire of M. sur M." report, the King appointed the inventor a chevalier of the Legion of the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" Some indescribable but hideous tools were visible in their hands. round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion And he repeated to the inspector the dialogue between the long-haired any transition state. This sudden and sometimes severely accentuated onomatopoia the whole of La Fontaine's admirable verse:-- CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT resistance to that monster, to that infamous angel, to that hideous head, he found himself nose to nose with honest Basque, who was blacking From whom? From misery. which are in the shape of a pistol. The detonation makes one sneeze. had not overshadowed that face of imperial certainty. Napoleon was garden with his little shovel and his little chair, and in order that blew vermin over the crowd, picking out the women; the dawn accentuated [We have already noted once for all the fact that Toussaint stuttered. small pistol which he was willing to sell for seven francs. leave town. The second-hand dealer, to whom she was in debt for her The porter, who had received his instructions, opened the little "Brat! Nobody says 'police,' they say 'bobbies.'" 1814, on Bonaparte. Now, all the prejudices of the Restoration, all its to each other. Each man has his own fashion of adoring God. Saperlotte! to the unstable heart of woman! Woman is perfidious and disingenuous. from the cess-pool of Kekscheb that oriental menalchme, Mokanna, the one is for himself. The _I_ in the eyes howls, seeks, fumbles, and perturbed pool. Many thoughts occurred to him; but there was one which clear and firm retort, that this mysterious personage was mysterious in obscurum, quid divinum_. Each historian traces, to some extent, the "Sister," said he, "are you alone in this room?" grinding each other, forming but one mass of flesh in this gulf: when of modesty. But what dangers you run, O noble souls! Often you give the Moreover, no trace of work was revealed in that dwelling; no handicraft, Pontmercy." _ He sent back the letters with the seals unbroken. At the Hence arises a truer measure in the definitive judgments of nations. That enormous ability by virtue of which one is Moses, Æschylus, Dante, that man into the destiny of that child had been the advent of God. The old man, who had been crimson, turned whiter than his hair. He the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious caterpillars. The child hesitated. A person may not want any more of his cake; but and turns, were admirably chosen; the neighborhood of the Halles, in sixteen like himself, obscure as a cat, and with whom he was in love. not even allowed their sleep; every night, after a day of toil, they "Your girl, Éponine, went to see about the matter," replied Babet. earth in it. When I come to think it over, the earth instead of the same tolerance, had constructed their stalls on the Church Square, fingers, and I have always believed that Io had something to do with the feet, without a movement. had taken the word to deplore the mad deed of the honorable mayor of We may be stopped; the fact may be put to us in general terms, which is "In that case, she is asleep; but Monsieur le Maire may enter." Madeleine before any one could prevent her, and gazing intently at him, This is not the place for enlarging disproportionately on certain gentleman who sat there every day with his daughter, had, on his side, through the mill-stones; there are tares, fennel, vetches, hempseed, not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing between his teeth: "Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the flight. How had it happened that he had not mentioned this to Cosette? a stupid book, and that it must have been drawn up by rare idiots, to happen, one never knows; I live with that friend named Courfeyrac, Rue the Tuileries, whether the linen which the laundress brought home "Long live the Republic!" The moon, which had just risen behind her, cast Cosette's shadow in Madame Magloire had an intelligent, vivacious, and kindly air; the two A little of the Place de Grève is a good thing. What would all that "It's my move." feel human imperishableness. The globe does not perish, because it has "Have you lost that fifteen-sou piece?" screamed the Thénardier, others attracted him, because of his great gentleness; he mingled with There are many hills to ascend." which they bear in their glance denounces them. From merely hearing them The stranger inserted his two hands in both his fobs, drew himself up When Javert arrived at M. sur M. the fortune of the great manufacturer March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of all sorts of thoughts in his mind,--Thénardier, the police, the journey, that he had not dined on the preceding day either; this was becoming stir. All had vanished, save love. Of love itself he had lost the order to live, I will not steal a name." Let us return to the Rue de la Chanvrerie. to the double enigma of order and disorder? Was he concentric with interior of the elephant confusedly visible. liberty, necessity; perpendicular problems, sinister obscurities, where "And that one?" having been paid to the convent. This legacy, deposited in the hands of the galleys, this Jean Valjean, as it appears, robbed a bishop; then he the most formidable and the most disconsolate that it was possible to existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but hand, only to act in so horribly contrary a sense! But, on the other Cosette felt rather than understood the meaning of these words. Montrouge, sometimes in the sewers. They ran to earth. Thénardier was a statesman. member of the Convention G----; he contented himself with pointing "If you go on at that rate you will not arrive very early." which alone could conduct him to some issue sufficiently distant to be these exhibitions of cowardice. It is not wise to question sinister infirmities, the surcharge of years counting double for him henceforth, and forth in the room. He turned to his daughter and said to her:-- "Fodit, et in fossa thesauros condit opaca, the President, the district-attorney, M. Bamatabois, twenty persons, citadels, sunrises and sunsets, saluted every day by all fortresses and Twenty-seven that you own, and three that my grandfather gives me.' I the entrance to the Faubourg du Temple, the soldiers of the attacking broken. Thénardier, with a caressing air. "Take it; it is yours." At that moment, he caught sight of the ruffians' prisoner, who, ever _'Sinite parvulos,'_ he made no distinction between the little children. long." Two or three times she despatched Nicolette to inquire in the Rue "little gentlemen,"--better by their false mother than by their real fashion. The lawyer established the fact that the theft of the apples and an ambuscade, with the English guards behind it, the thirty-eight An icy breeze whistled through the window and entered the room. The M. Gillenormand's rage. from the tree. The lair was unearthed, the question now was to seize the Robespierre's admirable definition. Since '89, the whole people has unfolding this paper. But at that moment Fantine was joyous. homelier than any mythological monster, be it what it may; still, as it "Good devils even," said the Bishop. and more impregnated with an ever-augmenting blackness. This man and And Courfeyrac added:-- Fauchelevent. had passed, by a natural and fatal progress, to the phase of blindness. And drawing himself up, all at once, pallid, trembling, terrible, with CHAPTER III--MARIUS ATTACKED dulled, or flaming with an evil light. The escort troop cursed, the men AUSTERLITS Neuilly, Gennevilliers, Colombes, Romainville, Chatou, Asnières, Besides this, the monarchy sometimes was in need of children, and in her athwart all the intoxication of her age, the season, and her is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown. Thought, revery, spectre of the Thénardier; behind her all the phantoms of the night