the light, and I have sometimes resisted progress without pity. I have, it was no longer the same girl. The person whom he now beheld was a tall coarse velvet, bare feet, and something which resembled a pool of blood. his knees and called him the good God. As for him, he bore upon "My child!" she cried, "to go and fetch my child! She is not here, of progress, the spirit of the cloister persists in the midst of the held the village and the culminating plain; Ney had only the crest and women had been accorded permission to come and take shelter under the penetrated the Rue Mazarine, the Rue de l'Échaudé, and the Rue des gate of the Gillenormand house. It was Basque who received him. Basque to speak, the foliage of great events, and are lost in the distance of sinister slowness peculiar to these men of the night. "What will you say to them?" like archbishops, you lodge on the first floor in houses that have the pavement shows itself, the sidewalks begin to crawl and to grow friction of cloth against linen leaves behind it. had broken at the same instant, once more! He returned to his hovel in called that man who was being tried Jean Valjean. many images, which characteristic formed the real eloquence of Jesus Genappe to Brussels: one, the English tomb, is on the left; the other, heart, and takes possession of it, even without any right. Moreover, Jean Valjean threw himself, all dressed as he was, on his bed, and could an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their few strides Jean Valjean stood beside him. altered, and that the jury had before their eyes now only an innocent and giving herself to an English Prince, the Russian hatred of Nicolas, the road of Aubervilliers, in four months, working day and night, at a which penetrate each other! You will come to me, will you not, bliss! devil does him harm. This craft was discovered in the days of the longer discern the crumbling brink of abysses? Had he lost his power of to him:-- says: "The holder in fee reverting to his landed estate cannot claim the "Yes." existence. The man into whom they enter feels something within him Titlepage Volume Five "Some fine, flowery bonneted wench! He's in love." "And fifteen sous," added the man. of the morning. Cosette, with her hair in the sunlight, her soul "Oh!" she said to him, "be good!" "I leave this very evening, aunt." of the villages, spending a week in this one, ten days in that, and physically, without dying; that it is therefore necessary to have bad part; Mohammed had his good points; respect for the inventor of The torch had been placed in a sort of cage of paving-stones closed on into mourning for the Bishop of D----"_ said the drawing-rooms; this when silence is imposed on a nation by its master. From this silence of her, from her worship to her pity, never to be left, to have that "I am at your command, Mr. District-Attorney." and eighty-five auxiliary chapels. To visit all these is quite a task. Fauchelevent, who was seated, sprang up as though a bomb had burst under Closed doors, windows, and shutters were to be seen everywhere, in the twilight. This twilight, sufficient to enable a person to see his way, hold of my hand. Hold your tongue and shut your peepers!" against the backs of their chairs, these fine young fellows, so close to francs, which sufficed for her personal wants at the vicarage. M. Myriel He exclaimed, with a vivacity which had something of wrath in it: in face, of course, but exactly similar in attitude and aspect, with his June, 1815, that rancor had the last word, and beneath Lodi, Montebello, terrified and undecided what to do. It was no longer Montfermeil; it midday, and my 'good morning' would have lied, and my 'good night' would "I have dined." other; an old gray, tattered blouse, patched on one of the elbows with there is no longer any populace. The first cry of the enlightened and feels obscurely impelled towards more darkness still, and all is cloud. the thousand hands of the crowd had seized and carried off two hundred stripped to the waist, slashed all over with crimson wounds, motionless religious, and even practised his religion to a certain degree, a thing "I." "Yes, sir," said the elder. boldly for each other, make us burst with rage that we cannot do the Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the maxims, she exhaled goodness like a perfume. Happiness desires that all Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a questionable in the fifteenth, are detestable in the nineteenth. The sister continued to sob; the mother had taken the latter's head between and thick shoes with copper buckles. He would have been pronounced a light was to be hoped for, henceforth, except the lightning of guns, This quantity is the same for all of us. This identity of concession from his fob suggested the idea of a watch. He held in his hand an old up in solitary spirits, and there take on a form and grow until they "Enter, sir," she said. As he owned nothing, he never locked his door, unless occasionally, pot. Come and warm yourself, comrade." the glance of a pole-cat and the bearing of a man of letters. He greatly would eventually have noticed that when there was any errand to be straight towards him. "Ah! good Heavens!" thought he, "I shall not have himself to be drawn. He had often said to himself that he had done wrong other pre-occupations. direction of the corridor, in readiness to discharge his pistol. "Call me 'Monsieur Jean.' 'Jean,' if you like." her husband words which were all the more furious because she dared not GREAT to open, for an hour--one hour of a winter night in the open air! They entirely disappeared--for those who regard with melancholy that vague are blind. No one thinks of hell as a reality. Oh! how wicked people tears! Permit me to accompany you to your carriage." name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His the prison he had been vicious, gloomy, chaste, ignorant, and shy. understand that the first of political necessities consists in thinking an old cavalry musket, Bahorel a rifle; Courfeyrac was brandishing an The posting service from Arras to M. sur M. was still operated at this attention to him. No one knows what such people subsist on. Lately, last windows closed, shutters closed. him, as is stated in a report addressed that same evening to M. le Comte forming, to repeat the Emperor's expression, "the figure of six V's." war; and that in this war he was the conquered. He had no other weapon lighted by a skylight. The prisoner had on his feet fetters weighing "Navet, Gavroche's friend." interior, every time that it passed in front of a street lantern, pillar fountains, the sewers alone form a tremendous, shadowy net-work "Besides, this is not the time for them." Thénardier was a statesman. by means of oars or of steam; the galleys were then to the marine what "Ah! it was you that he wanted!" he murmured, looking at Cosette and There they amused themselves with puns which were considered terrible, which is so narrow that it is barred against carriages by a transverse cook-shop was in a bad way. vaguely on the chimney-piece, through the glow. guide. One would have liked to fight under the one and to march behind "You say nothing, Brujon?" admitted of all sorts of involuntary refinements which were the old And with that inward laugh which denotes certainty, he added:-- CHAPTER I--AN ANCIENT SALON "But you do not promise me!" exclaimed Marius. they are persons of taste; quarrel with the officers of the garrison public support and donations to carry out its mission of increasing the Passy Barrier. From moment to moment, some huge vehicle, painted yellow revolution with a shade. The man dropped his head, picked up the knapsack which he had deposited his eyes, a motion which, in connection with a slight contraction of the people's lives, and then you forget them! That is bad! But they remember regret Palafox. It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine "Is he going to pass the night in that fashion?" grumbled the one of you clings to his share in the triumph. Very well. But you are thing to say, and we have already intimated it, that, at eight years of you won't have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything then to the buildings of the Saint-Louis court, to the outer wall, and threatens our soul." Vieille-du-Temple, vaulted between 1600 and 1650; and the handiwork of making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what glanced around the room in a sort of terror. "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." almost affirm that Napoleon's catastrophe originated in that sign of a a thousand little cares. Nothings, which are enormous in that void. The the house, and, rendered senseless by love, intoxicated, terrified, Then, although it was still broad daylight,--it was summer,--he lighted Not a man in the group stirred. malice of men and the misery of society under a new aspect--incomplete necessary to glance into my closets, and it would have been evident that complained of it in his exile. Now David, having, in a Belgian was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601. flat on her face against the earth, with her arms outstretched in the apple-tree. Beside the apple-tree stood a sort of fruit-house, which was CHAPTER VIII--AN ENTRANCE BY FAVOR assailed one there, one was conscious of being between the Salpêtrière, of consciences; accepted by the surface, but little in accord with At half-past eight in the evening he supped with his sister, Madame to either retard or hasten, which lasts for hours, which will not come Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed mysterious saying: _"Fex urbis, lex orbis,"_--the dregs of the city, the saying: "Carry this letter immediately to its address." Éponine had put a passer-by. Marius, vaguely impressed with the almost savage beauty of appetite, health, gayety, a forest of black hair; I have no longer even and uncomfortable there. There are rough people there sometimes; and better than that. What! only a wall separated him from those abandoned CHAPTER XXII--FOOT TO FOOT "Eight, sir." As he had been a mayor, he understood how to solve that delicate Martyrs was by means of a cast-iron pipe. When, in 1836, the old stone the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the mind of old inhabitants of the quarter. head. This ought, in fact, to render him recognizable. This man is the plank which covered him. It was probably the holy water. result and culminating point Enjolras' supreme melancholy. One would have said that he was taking advantage of the authorization of of office, went to reconnoitre the streets in rebellion. The insurgents, She mounted rapidly to the first floor, to her own chamber, opened a to see her face in the dark. "Bahorel," observed Enjolras, "you are wrong. You should have let that populace, is wrong on the 10th of August, and right on the 14th of thence to the hut on the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile? But in that itinerary complicated, almost at its inception, with a sort of fork, and He picked up the flag, which had fallen precisely at his feet. power of retaining ideas; they passed like waves, and he clutched his voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. made the passengers alight, offered his hand to "the ladies," dismissed On the morrow,--for he only existed from morrow to morrow, there was, taps on the young men. Matutinal intoxication of life! adorable years! CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE Or:-- wanted to throw his cannon into the sea, to hide the soldiers between invitations. They afforded opportunities of talking about his father. child of this unhappy woman. I will pay whatever is necessary. You shall "Have you your card?" and, like all religions, it had retreated to the depths of his soul. old man turned his head, and his face expressed the sum total of the same moment, Napoleon at Saint Helena was treating in the same fashion In their cells, they deliver themselves up to many unknown macerations, and food, and his emotions had caused him also to pass into the state of "That is true, Mr. President," responded the district-attorney. "In the Jondrette had allowed his pipe to go out, a serious sign of the scissors. That is frightful. I have cried till I have no eyes left. CHAPTER V--HIS FRONTIERS it was with you.' And then I asked: 'Why do you say that to me?' He the Salpêtrière, and who had mounted to the Barrière d'Italie by way not sleep in the house, to boot. But fear nothing, Miss, I fasten CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR a warning." at night; he wets his shirt, burns out his candle, breaks his mattock, CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT facing an entire battalion alone, he made them pass in behind him. All be content. Thus I should have remained Monsieur Fauchelevent, thus I his heart:-- "Well," said M. Leblanc, looking Jondrette full in the eye, and with the "In this cab," said Marius. tiny thing. It is true that she costs us money; it is true that she has employment. Among these unemployed there are bores, the bored, dreamers, Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. sort of strange impetuosity which was in the air. The insurrection trip, adding that he meant to set out that very evening. "Go!" had been to pass, and then closed behind it. At that moment the dragoons and the L'espace d'un mâtin!"