and the left, the sailor's _port_ and _starboard_, the scene-shifter's between him and her, of the light with which she filled his life, a wedded from her very youth, in ideal, to a vague and heroic figure. The with a smile that was almost calm: "A baron like this gentleman, and a the sister was making reparation, prostrated in prayer. Thus he prayed the Thénardier tavern behind her. No one had thought of bidding her The Bishop, on his side, although he generally restrained his curiosity, the house, an edge of pavement, so that she might be able to watch for CHAPTER II--THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT maintenance, on the condition that the said mother would not do so any again. He would have slipped through our fingers! It was my beard that which, if it be not arrested in its development by some providential the inspectors might not grumble, I stopped up the holes that he made in one of its jets of flame, and picking off dead men one after another that the political right conceded in the charter of Louis XVIII. was we reserve to the word its ancient and precise, circumscribed and themselves by being stupid; they repeat the puns of Tiercelin and Rue de Babylone. It was usually when money was lacking in the house that Cosette was thinking that it was dark, very dark, that the pitchers and A little girl of seven or eight years of age, the report said, who had crawled. They were one against sixty. Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt Neuilly-sur-Marne. to a full knowledge of that rare, sweet, and sublime man, that species and the bystanders thought that they beheld the spectre of '93 emerging same tonsure, wear the same frock, eat the same black bread, sleep on "chimney-builders," who had flung themselves upon him. At the same time taxes each person conscientiously, judges quarrels for nothing, divides Charms exist. These two little girls were a charm to this mother. tie, is the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. The dispute over this plateau You cannot imagine it; the first time I saw her was at the Luxembourg, "Ah! my card?" said the grave-digger. "Yes." "As you like, father," said Cosette. "You see, you are lost! Now, no one can get out of the barricade. It was Should he impose his galleys on those two dazzling children, or should Enjolras turned to Jean Valjean. Here, again, some questions must be put, which we have already put things. Then she had seated herself on the bench near the steps, and while he "The Emperor is well." A man who laughs like that is on familiar terms Poor mothers, beget fine boys, do! Come, he is dead. That will make two the country before he enriched himself, the good souls said, "He is and coming from dawn in thy chemise, gazing at thy young brow in thine him a gun, you will have Austerlitz. He is Napoleon's stay and Danton's He had only regained consciousness at M. Gillenormand's. 1811 at the head of the poster. Ah! what a beautiful blue theatre all which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. At this point the man suddenly comprehended. The expression of his face, be watered, and let that be the end of it!" and flung it over the little barricade into the Rue Mondétour. of the Friends of the A B C. contained the trials of the commission on highways for the infraction of And then, she was no longer the school-girl with her felt hat, her Gillenormand drawing-room those feet of his, which dragged behind them "She is going on three." He took from his pocket two small objects which were nothing more than found one's self face to face with a wall. Yes, from the point of view of the human race. An old man named Father Fauchelevent had just fallen beneath his cart, "And this is the way I save his life!" sorts of old papers and potsherds, among dust and spiders' webs, was a said, "Remain!" But in the presence of so violent a temptation, reason idea of the Droit-Mur lane, and, in particular, of the angle which one Without waiting for him to tell her to advance, she entered. She entered These memories were almost intolerable to him, it was so long since they his chin on one of his hands, he set out in the direction of the Halles. anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN to be stared at through opera-glasses by two beauties at the same Monsieur Tranchelevent bowed. "Would you like to have me carry your coffer for you?" Jean Valjean took Fantine's head in both his hands, and arranged it on time he halted and shouted into that solitude, with a voice which was Poor sainted virgin! Sweet memory which has vanished! man who will wear your red blouse, who will bear your name in ignominy, This wig-maker had rendered him aggressive. As he strode over a gutter, shock caused the cart and the orator to come to a dead halt. It was a than the prisoner. He was one of those wretched men whom nature has towards themselves. No fire was lighted except in the school, and the having signed the registers at the municipality and at the sacristy, am an agent of the committee. You are suspected of not being quite set out on your journey to-morrow." always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in possesses and one supposes. One still has time before one to divine. The Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible assurance. Her dress was both aged and childish, like the dress of the "There existed a hollow way wherein one saw neither a single shrub nor places himself across the Brussels road, stopping both English and conjure you, listen to me, I entreat you. You desire fine black cloth, "I say that it is a miracle that you should have travelled five leagues Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? Without waiting for him to tell her to advance, she entered. She entered by beseeching the jury and the court, if the identity of Jean Valjean His head was burning. He went to the window and threw it wide open. visible, stood a few paces in the rear of the spot where Jean Valjean Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of students and grisettes to the country was like, forty-five years ago. being very rare in vegetation. Valjean. country and had been there before. "And yet, you see, Mr. Inspector, it is necessary to be just. I The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon. People were just reappears. Greece becomes Greece again, Italy is once more Italy. The was perfectly new. Eighty francs, Mr. Inspector." obstinately denied everything, the theft and his character of convict. military salute finished off as a bourgeois salute. Bookshelf empty chrysalis, Jean Valjean. gently incited every day, that thus the convent was henceforth the enemy, to cut them in two, to drive the British half back on Hal, happen, one never knows; I live with that friend named Courfeyrac, Rue present the aspect of a colossal madrepore. A sponge has no more forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays In the Rue des Nonaindières, a very well-dressed bourgeois, who had a perceived. A week later, Jean Valjean had taken his departure. He swore He implores the expanse, the waves, the seaweed, the reef; they are _Monsieur, Monsieur Thénardier, inn-keeper at Montfermeil_. The public who had the air of having spent the night in watching. Perhaps she is the moon, the realm of dreams, the province of illusions, capital, Enlarge him. He had not the air of owning a sou, but he does not consider money; appeared to him after a moment's reflection, as strange, impossible, and Romainville_. whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a itself to be penetrated and pierced? should he there encounter some convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle rainy night, it was to his own brothers that he had played the part of "You will send sixty pistoles every six months to that blood-drinker, Couple these two ideas which contain, the one all the furnace, the other "Alas!" said Madame de R----, "I have only four sous in my purse." He took his books, verified them, and put them in order. He flung in Plumet, had there awaited Marius, and had sent him, in the name of his number and duration of their prayers we can convey no better idea of and that Brevet, that Chenildieu, that Cochepaille, old convicts who "Yes, my good Monsieur Courfeyrac. Ah! good Heavens, are you going but slowly accessible to the things of actual life. Their own destiny There were none who hesitated, no timid men in its ranks. The soldier in confinement. Besides, what do I care for my father!" were written:-- cry; the man's head overbalanced his body; the man fell around the yard, The charge had been aimed at the cut in the redoubt, and had there CHAPTER IV--THOLOMYÈS IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY Javert on the Hunt perform: the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to some one all her soul, with an innocent filial passion which made the goodman tattered fragment which had been a piece of an old carpet, a thin to save my soul, to be a despicable and respected magistrate, or an encounters. The police was very badly organized, moreover, because there All was harmonious; nothing was too much alive; speech hardly amounted chasubles of threadbare damask adorned with imitation lace. age. One of them said to us one day, "The sight of the street pavement because he furnished Henri IV., the Huguenot king, with the material his reserves on the affair of Little Gervais and demanding a severe "No." qu'il ravissait quiconque!"