He never went far
in search of his arguments
and his examples.
He was perfectly
at home in the thatched cottage
and in the mountains.
Why not mention these
almost divinely childish
sayings of kindness?
The man bent his steps
towards this inn, which was the best
in the country-side.
All at once he felt
the pangs of hunger sharply.
Night was drawing near.
Help! He still shouts on.
Nothing on the horizon;
nothing in heaven.
No one could have told
what was passing within him,
not even himself.
At length, at a spot
where three paths intersected
each other, he stopped.
Let us not blindly
accept the indications
which they afford us.
It was evident
that his ribs would be broken
in five minutes more.
grumbled a toothless
old woman who was present.
"Here's a lucky girl!"
The people to whom
she was indebted made "scenes"
and gave her no peace.
it was you who gave
orders that I am to be
set free, was it not?
I have not stolen;
I picked up from the ground things
that were lying there.
I will make her spell.
She will run over the grass
after butterflies.
A woman with gray
hair said to us: "I was there.
I was three years old.
What was she to do?
What was to become of her?
Where was she to go?
He took his bundle
and his cudgel and jumped down
from the vehicle.
These chambers received
their light from the vague waste grounds
in the neighborhood.
At the moment when
the first man wheeled round, the moon
fell full in his face.
In this attitude
she prays for all the guilty
in the universe.
She had even been
in society before
the Revolution.
"No!" "What else remains?"
"The empty coffin remains."
This produced a pause.
This royal renown
sometimes drew down upon him
singular windfalls.
It was the only
opening through which he could
get a glimpse of life.
The other two were
the doctor, and the priest, who
was engaged in prayer.
The colonel had been
attacked by brain fever three
days previously.
I shall not defend
the widow, and I shall not
attack the orphan.
"Do you know English?"
"No." "Do you know German?" "No."
"So much the worse." "Why?"
A clock does not stop
short at the precise moment
when the key is lost.
He passed very near
the bench where she sat, because
such was his habit.
At the moment when
he passed,--under the cannon of the place,--he felt
his heart beat wildly.
She appeared to him
more beautiful than he had
ever seen her yet.
Marius went off
quite abashed, but delighted.
He was getting on.
I wished to have, what?
There was nothing after that.
I have been absurd.
P.S. My eldest daughter
will await your orders, dear
Monsieur Marius.
My eldest daughter
will await your orders, dear
Monsieur Marius.
And how did you find
out that they belonged to me?
Ah! yes, the writing.
"The philanthropist?"
"Yes." "From the church of Saint-Jacques?"
"Yes." "That old fellow?"
"Sure! Eight years have passed!
But I recognize him! Ah!
I recognize him.
By thrusting his head
over the wall, Marius
could hear their remarks.
"Don't let's speak to him."
"Why?" "He is busy." "With what?"
"Don't you see his air?"
It's less unhealthy.
There are seven of you, there
are fifteen of us.
Revolutions spring
not from an accident, but
from necessity.
But Marius no
longer even heard these mute
counsels of passion.
Had this sphinx his fore
paws in crime and his hind paws
in authority?
"I have none." The old
woman went away, the old
man remained alone.
The top and bottom
thus screwed together, nothing
will be suspected.
Everything could be
seen as plainly as by day.
There was no one there.
There is a being
who carried off my sky when
she went away. Oh!
It is a strange claim
on man's part to wish that love
should lead to something.
Go where you please, but
don't come here, I forbid it!
You can use your knives.
Besides this he made
verses and songs, which gave him
great authority.
He had warned Cosette.
He wished to set out before
the end of the week.
What she called dinner
was a loaf of bread and four
or five potatoes.
In the afternoon,
extraordinary noises
broke out in Paris.
And yet, we insist
upon the word, people were
always welcome there.
Caps and buckshot were
mixed pell-mell on the tables
with glasses of wine.
I had to do it,
because insurrection must
have its discipline.
Cosette had taken
only her portfolio
and her blotting-book.
Was it a thicket?
Was it a bacchanalia?
Was it a fortress?
One might almost say:
There will be no more events.
We shall be happy.
The combatants who
had been posted there had been
obliged to withdraw.
The exterior
slope presented an inclined
plane to the attack.
A hand projected
from beneath the winding sheet
and hung near the floor.
It was one of those
blind alleys, which the special
jargon terms branches.
Where there are fewer
houses and streets, the sewer
has fewer air-holes.
They take hold of you,
they hold you fast, they never
let you go again.
Philosophers say:
'Moderate your joys.' I say:
'Give rein to your joys.'
If you only knew
how we missed you yesterday!
Good morning, father.
One loves a child whom
one has seen when very young,
being old oneself.
He adored Cosette,
he possessed Cosette, Cosette
was splendidly pure.
"Not for you, father."
"Do not call me father." "What?"
"Call me 'Monsieur Jean.'
"Call me 'Monsieur Jean.'
'Jean,' if you like." "You are no
longer my father?
He took from a drawer
two wax candles and put them
in the candlesticks.
"Thy father! Cosette,
thy father more than ever.
Cosette, I guess it.
Cosette, my whole life
passed at the feet of this man
would be too little.