Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Talking Book | English | 3/8

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chapter one of book five of limas lab volume five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org name is loud volume five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book five grandson and grandfather chapter one in which the tree with the zinc plaster appears again sometime after the events which we have just recorded sirrah bullet rail experienced a lively emotion seer boo luttrell was that Road mender of montfermeil whom the reader has already seen in the gloomy parts of this book who luttrell as the reader may perchance recall was a man who was occupied with divers and troublesome matters he broke stones and damaged travellers on the highway road mender and thief as he was he cherished one dream he believed in the treasures buried in the forests of montfermeil he hoped someday to find the money in the earth at the foot of the tree and the meanwhile he lived to search the pockets of passerby nevertheless for an instant he was prudent he had just escaped neatly he had been as the reader is aware picked up in jean drats garret in the company with the other ruffians utility of a vise his drunkenness had been his salvation the authorities had never been able to make out whether he had been there in the quality of a robber or a man who had been robbed an order of nolle prosequi founded on his well authenticated state of intoxication on the evening of the ambush had set him at liberty he had taken to his heels he had returned to his road from Gagne to Lengai to make under administrative supervision broken stone for the good of the state would downcast mean in a pensive mood his ardour for thief somewhat cooled but he was addicted nonetheless tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him as for the lively emotion which he had experienced a short time after his return to his road menders turf thatched caught here it is one morning bullet rail on his way as his want to his work and possibly also to his ambush a little before daybreak caught sight through the branches of the trees of a man who's back alone he saw but the shape of his shoulders as it seemed to him at that distance and in the early dusk was not entirely unfamiliar to him luttrell although intoxicated had a correct and lucid memory a defensive arm that is indispensable to anyone who is at all in conflict with legal order where the deuce have I seen someone like that man yonder he said to himself but he could make himself no answer except that the man resembled someone of whom his memory preserved a confused trace however apart from the identity which he could not manage to catch ghoulish row put things together and made calculations this man did not belong in the countryside he had just arrived there on foot evidently no public conveyance passes through montfermeil at that hour he had walked all night whence came he not from a very great distance for he had neither haversack nor bundle from Paris no doubt why was he in these woods why was he here at such an hour what had he come there for bullet rile thought of the treasure by dint of ransacking his memory he recalled a vague way that he had already many years before had a similar alarm in connection with a man who produced on him the effect that he might well be this very individual by the deuce a true luttrell I'll find him again I'll discover the parish of that parishioner this parlor of matron at Manette's has a reason I and I know it people can't have secrets in my forest if I don't have a finger in the pie he took his pickaxe which was very sharply pointed there now he grumbled is something that will search the earth and a man and as one knots one thread to another thread he took up the line of a March at his best pace in the direction which the man must follow and set out across the thickets when he encompassed a hundred strides the day which was already beginning to break came to his assistance footprints stamped in the sand weeds trodden down here and there Heather crushed young branches in the brushwood bent and in the act of straightening themselves up again with a graceful deliberation of the arms of a pretty woman who stretches herself up when she wakes pointed him out a sort of track he followed it then lost it time was flying he plunged deeper into the woods and came to a sort of eminence an early huntsman who was passing in the distance along the path whistled the air of gallery suggested to him the idea of climbing a tree old as he was he was agile there stood close at hand a beech tree of great size worthy of tighter as' and of bullet row bullet rel ascended the beach as high as he was able the idea was a good one on scrutinizing the solitary waist on the side where the forest is thoroughly entangled in wild bullet rails suddenly caught sight of his man hardly has he got his eye upon him when he lost sight of him the man entered or rather glided into an open Glade at a considerable distance masked by large trees but with which bullet row was perfectly familiar on account of having noticed near a large pile of porous stones an idling chestnut tree bandaged with a sheet of zinc nailed directly upon the bark this Glade was the one which was formerly called blue bottom the heap of stones destined for no one knows what employment which was visibly there thirty years ago is doubtless still there nothing equals a heap of stones and longevity unless it is a board fence they are temporary expedience what a reason for lasting bullet rail with rapidity of joy dropped rather than descending from the tree the lair was unearthed the question now was to seize the beast that famous treasure of his dreams was probably there it is no small matter to reach that Glade by the beaten path which indulged in a thousand teasing zigzags it required a good quarter of an hour in a beeline through the underbrush which is a peculiarly dense very thorny and very aggressive in that locality a full half hour was necessary bullet route committed the error of not comprehending this he believed in the straight line a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man the thicket bristling as it was struck him as a bestrode let's take to the wolves rue de rivoli he said who luttrell accustomed to taking crooked courses was on this occasion guilty of the fault of going straight he flung himself resolutely into the tangle of undergrowth he had to deal with holly bushes nettles Hawthorne's eglee teens thistles and very irascible brand bulls he was much lacerated at the bottom of the ravine he found water which he was obligated to traverse at last he reached the baboo bottom after the lapse of 40 minutes sweating soaked breathless scratched and furious there was no one in the glade bula trial reached the heap of stones it was in its place it had not been carried off as for the man he had vanished into the forest he had made his escape where in what direction into what thicket impossible to guess and heart-rending to say there behind the pile of stones in front of the tree with the sheet of zinc was freshly turned earth a pickaxe abandoned or forgotten and a hole the hole was empty thief shrieked boo luttrell shaking his fist at the horizon end of book 5 chapter 1 chapter 2 of book 5 of Lamesa hablar vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public too for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Anka Lim is a table volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 5 grandfather and grandson chapter 2 Marius emerging from civil war makes ready for domestic war for a long time Marius was neither dead nor alive for many weeks he lay in a fever accompanied by delirium and by tolerably grave cerebral symptoms caused more by the shocks of the wounds on the head than by the wounds themselves he repeated Cosette's name four whole nights in the melancholy LOC rasa Tia fever and with a somber obstinacy of agony the extent of some of the lesions presented a serious danger the separation of large wounds being always liable to become reabsorbed and consequently to kill the sick man and a certain atmospheric conditions at every change of weather at the slightest storm the physician was uneasy above all things he repeated let the wounded man be subjected to no emotion the dressing of the wound was complicated and difficult the fixation of apparatus and bandages by sear cloths not having been invented as yet at that epoch Nicolette used up a sheet as big as the ceiling as she put it for lint it was not without difficulty that the chlorate or lotions and the nitrate of silver overcame the gangrene as long as there was any danger Misuzu no more seated in despair at his grandson's pillow was like Marius neither alive nor dead every day sometimes twice a day a very well-dressed gentleman with white hair such was the description given by the porter came to enquire about the wounded man and left a large package of lint for the dressings finally on the 7th of September four months to a day after the sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a dying condition the doctor declared that he would answer for Marius convalescence began but marius was forced to remain for two months more stretched out on the long chair on account of the results called up by the fracture of his collarbone there always is a last wound like that which will not close and which prolongs the dressings indefinitely to the great annoyance of the sick person however this long illness and this long convalescence saved him from all pursuit in France there is no Roth not even of a public character which six months will not extinguish revolts in the present state of society are so much the fault of everyone they are followed by certain necessity of shutting the eyes let us add that the inexcusable JISC a order which enjoined doctors to lodge information against the wounded having outraged public opinion and not opinion alone but the king first of all the wounded were covered and protected by this indignation and with the exception of those who had been made prisoners in the very act of combat the counsels of war did not dare to trouble anyone so Marius was left in peace Monsieur you'll know more first pass through all manner of anguish and then through every form of ecstasy it was found difficult to prevent his passing every night beside the wounded man he had his big armchair carried to Mary's bedside he required his daughter to take the finest linen in the house for compresses and bandages Mademoiselle Gill no more like a sage an elderly person contrived to spare the fine linen while allowing the grandfather to think that he was obeyed Monsieur Gilmore would not permit anyone to explain to him that for the preparation of lint batiste is not nearly so good as coarse linen no new linen as old linen he was present at all the dressings of the wound from which Mademoiselle jeona morh morosely absented herself when the dead flesh was cut away with scissors he said I I nothing was more touching than to see him with this gentle senile palsy offer the wounded man a cup of his calling draught he overwhelmed the doctor with questions he did not observe that he asked the same ones over and over again on the day when the doctor announced to him that Marius was out of danger the good man was in a delirium he made his Porter a present of three lui that evening on his return to his own chamber he danced a Givat using his thumb and forefinger as castanets and he sang the following song Jean nao Fujiya brennidon Durga Puja dosanjh upon cakwe flippin a movie vision el carro Siddhartha Ketchum a Tanaka modulus ond a gem blue caddy on ma'am Jean is a turtle Breton love thou dwellest in her forties in her eyes that thou places like rivers lie scamp as for me I sing her and I love more than Diana herself Jean and her firm bred home rests then he knelt upon a chair and Basque who was watching him through the half-open door made sure that he was praying up to that time he had not believed in God at each succeeding phase of improvement which became more and more pronounced the grandfather raved he executed a multitude of mechanical actions full of joy he ascended and descended the stairs without knowing why a pretty female neighbor was amazed one morning at receiving a big bouquet it was Monsieur Jill Norma who had sent it to her the husband made a jealous scene Monsieur Jill no more try to draw Nicolette upon his knees he called Marius Monsieur l'abbé hall he shouted long live the Republic every moment he kept asking the doctor is he no longer in danger he gazed upon Marius with the eyes of a grandmother he brooded over him while he ate he no longer knew himself he no longer rendered himself an account of himself Marius was the master of the house there was abdication in his joy he was the grandson of his grandson in the state of joy in which he then was he was the most venerable of children in his fear lest he might fatigue or annoy the convalescent his depth behind him to smile he was content joyous delighted charming young his white locks added a gentle Majesty to the gay radians of his visit when grace is mingled with wrinkles it is adorable there is an indescribable aurora in beaming old age as for Marius as he allowed them to dress his wounds and care for him he had but one fixed idea Cosette after the fever and delirium had left him he did not again pronounce her name and it might have been supposed that he no longer thought of her he held his peace precisely because his soul was there he did not know what had become of Cosette the whole affair of the Rue de la song Valley was like a cloud in his memory shadows that were almost indistinct floated through his mind Eponine gavage my birth the tenor da all his friends gloomily intermingled with the smoke of the barricade the strange passage of monsieur Fache la voix through that adventure produced on him the effect of a puzzle in a tempest he understood nothing connected with his own life he did not know how no by whom he had been saved and no one of those around him you this all that they had been able to tell him was that he had been brought home at night in a hackney-coach to the Rue de Fuca where past present future were nothing more to him and the mist of a vague idea but in that fog there was one movable point one clear and precise outline something made of granite a resolution a will to find Cosette once more for him the idea of life was not distinct from the idea of Cosette he had decreed in his heart that he would not accept the one without the other and he was immovable resolved to exact of any person whatever we should desire to force him to live from his grandfather from fate from hell the restitution of his vanished Eden he did not conceal from himself the fact that obstacles existed there does he emphasize one detail he was not won over and was but little softened by all the solicitude and tenderness of his father in the first place was not in the secret then in his reveries of an invalid which was still feverish possibly he distrusted this tenderness as a strange and novel thing which had for its object his conquest he remained cold the grandfather absolutely wasted his poor old smile myra said to himself that this was all right so long as he Mario's did not speak and let things take their cause but that when it became a question of Cosette he would find another face that his grandfather's true attitude would be amassed then there would be an unpleasant scene a recrudescence of family questions a confrontation of positions every sort of sarcasm and all manner of objections at one at the same time for Schlobohm Kubla for fortune poverty as stone about his neck the future violent resistance conclusion a refusal marius stiffened himself in advance and then in proportion as he regained life the old ulcers of his memory opened once more he reflected again on the past colonial poem as he placed himself once more between mrs elinor mourned him marius he told himself that he had no true kindness to expect from a person who had been so unjust and so hard to his father and with health they returned to him a sort of harshness toward his grandfather the old man was gently pained by this Monsieur Jill no more without however allowing it to appear observe that marius ever since the latter had been brought back to him and had regained consciousness had not once called him father it is true that he did not say Monsieur to him but he contrived not to say either the one or the other by means of a certain way of turning his phrases obviously a crisis was approaching as almost always happens in such cases marius skirmished before giving battle by way of proving himself this is called feeling the ground one morning it came to pass that Monsieur Shulman was booked slightingly of the convention apropos of a newspaper which had fallen into his hands and gave vent to Royalists rang on donto st. juste and Robespierre the men of 93 were giants said Marius with severity the old man held his peace and uttered not a sound during the remainder of that day Marius who had always present to his mind the inflexible grandfather of his early years interpreted this silence as a profound concentration of Roth augured from it a hot conflict and augmented his preparations for the fray in the inmost recesses of his mind he decided that in case of a refusal he would tear off his bandages dislocate his collarbone that he would lay bare all the wounds which he had left and would reject all food his wounds were his munitions of war he would have Cosette or joy he awaited the propitious moment with the crafty patience of the sick that moment arrived end of book 5 chapter 2 Chapter three of book five of lame is lab volume five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org lame is allowed volume five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book five grandson and grandfather chapter three marius attacked one day Monsieur Gilliam and while his daughter was putting in order the vials and cups on the marble of the commode bent over Marius and said to him in his tender as' accent look here my little ma Lewis if I was in your place I would eat meat now in preference to fish a fried soul is excellent to begin a convalescence with but a good cutlet is needed to put a sick man on his feet malleus who had almost entirely recovered his strength collected the whole of it drew himself up into a sitting posture laid his two clenched fists on the seat of the bed looked his grandfather in the face assumed a terrible air and said this leads me to say something to you what is it that I wish to marry agreed said his grandfather and he burst out laughing how agreed yes agreed you shall have your little girl Marius a stunned and overwhelmed with a dazzling shock trembled in every lip Monsieur Gilliam and went on yes you shall have her that pretty little girl of yours she comes every day in the shape of an old gentleman to acquire after you ever since you were wounded she has passed her time in weeping and making lint I have made inquiries she lives in the Rue de l'homme on ma number seven ah there we have it ah so you want her while you shall have her you're caught you had arranged your little plot you had said to yourself I'm going to signify this squarely to my grandfather to that mummy of the Regency and of the directory to that ancient bow to that Durante turned Durante has indulged his praval ADIZ also that he has and he has had his love affairs and his Griz Etsy and his cassettes he has made his rustle he has had his wings he has eaten of the bread of spring he certainly must remember it uh you take that caught chaffeur by the horns that's good I offer you a cut letting you answer me by the way I want to marry there's a transition for you ah you reckoned on that bickering you do not know that I'm an old coward what do you say to that you were vexed you do not expect to find your grandfather still more foolish than yourself you were wasting this discourse which you meant to bestow upon me mr. lawyer and that's fixation while so much the worst rage away I'll do whatever you wish and that cuts you short imbecile listen I've made my inquiries I'm cunning – she is charming she is discreet it is not true about the Lancer she has made heaps of lint she's a jewel she adores you if you had died there would have been three of us her coffin would have accompanied mine I've had an idea ever since you have been better of simply planting her at your bedside but it is only in romances that young girls are brought to the bedsides of handsome young wounded men who interest them it is not done what would your aunt have said to it you were nude three-quarters of the time my good fellow asked Nicolette who has not left you for a moment if there was any possibility of having a woman here and then what would the doctor have said a pretty girl does not cure a man of fever in short it's all right let us say no more about it all's done all said is all settled taker such as my ferocity you see I perceived that you did not love me I said to myself here now I have my little Cosette right under my hands I'm going to give her to him he will be obliged to love me a little then or he must tell me the reason why ah so you thought that the old man was going to storm to put on a big voice to shout no and to lift his cane at all that Aurora not a bit of it Cosette so be it love so be it I asked nothing better pray take the trouble of getting married sir be happy my well-beloved child that said the old man burst forth into sobs and he seized Mario's his head and pressed it with both arms against his breast and both fell to weeping this is one of the forms of supreme happiness father cried Marius ah so you love me said the old man an affable moment ensued they were choking and could not speak at length the old man stammered come his mouth is unstoppable at last he has said father to me Mario's disengaged his head from his grandfather's arms and said gently but father now that I'm quite well it seems to me that I might see her agreed again you shall see her tomorrow father what why not today well today then let it be today you've called me father three times and it is worth it I will attend to it she shall be brought hither agreed I tell you it has already been put to verse is the ending of the elegy of the Juma laid by auntie Shelly by Andre Shelley whose throat was cut by the rasp by the Giants of 93 Monsieur guillaumin fancied that he had detected a faint round on the part of my ears who in truth as we admit was no longer listening to him and who was thinking far more of Chrisette than of 1793 the grandfather trembling it having so in opportunely introduced our genja resumed precipitously cut his throat was not the word the fact is that the great revolutionary geniuses who were not malicious that is incontestable who were heroes Pardee found that enjoy Sonia embarrassed them somewhat and they had him Gill yacht that is to say those great men on the seventh of Thermidor besought Audrey shaniyah in the interest of Public Safety to be so good as to go measured garrymon clutched by the throat of it by his own phrase could not proceed being able neither to finish it in order to retract it while his daughter arranged the pill behind Mario's who was overwhelmed with so many emotions the old man rushed headlong with as much rapidity as his age permitted from the bedchamber shut the door behind him and purple choking and foaming about the mouth his eyes started from his head he found himself nose to nose with on his baski who was blacking boots in the anteroom he sees best gay by the collar and shouted full in his face and fury by a hundred thousands of us of the devil those ruffians did assassinate him who sir I was a Shelia yes sir said Bessie an alarm end of book 5 chapter 3 chapter 4 and 5 of book 5 of flame is robbed vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by rose and Schmidt lay miserab vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence up good book 5 grandson and grandfather chapters 4 & 5 chapter 4 mine was l0 Rahman ends by no longer thinking that a bad thing that Mancha fortune of all should have entered with something under his arm Cosette and Marius held each other once more what the interview was like we declined to say there are things which one must not attempt to depict the Sun is one of them the entire family including Basque and Nicola were assembled in my uses chamber at the moment when Cosette entered it precisely at that moment the grandfather was on the point of blowing his nose he stopped short holding his nose in his handkerchief and gazing over it a quiz that she appeared on the threshold it seemed to him that she was surrounded by a glory adorable he exclaimed then he blew his nose noisily Cosette was intoxicated delighted frightened in heaven she was as thoroughly alarmed as anyone can be by happiness she stammered all pale yet flushed she wanted to fling herself into my uses arms and they're not ashamed of loving in the presence of all these people people are pitiless towards happy lovers they're humane when the latter most desire to be left alone lovers have no need of any people whatever with Cosette and behind her there had entered a man with white hair who was grave yet smiling though with a vague in heart-rending smile it was Mancha fortune of all it was Jean Valjean he was very well dressed as the porter had said entirely in black in perfectly new garments and with a white cravat the porter was a thousand leagues from recognizing in this correct / boy in this probable notary the feared inspiring bear of the corpse who had sprung up at his door on the night of the 7th of June tattered muddy hideous Haggard his face masked in blood and mire supported in his arms the fainting morose still his Porter's scent was aroused when mon-sol fashion Laval a ride with Cosette the Porter had not been able to refrain from communicating to his wife this aside I don't know why it is but I can't help fancying that I've seen that face before when she was away in Mary OSes chamber remained a part near the door he had under his arm a package which for considerable resemblance to an octave all volume enveloped in paper the envelope in paper was of a greenish hue and appeared to be mouldy does the gentleman always have books like that under his arm Mademoiselle you don't know mom who did not like books demanded in a low tone of nikolay well retorted mademoiselle you should own ramon who had overheard her in the same tone he's a learned man what then is that his fault when shabu lair one of my acquaintances never walked out without a book under his arm either and he always had some old volume hug to his heart like that and with a bow he said aloud well sure schwa she loved all father Gidget oh no mom did not do it intentionally but intention the proper names was an aristocratic habit of his one short while of all I have the honor of asking you on behalf of my grandson but on morose what mercy for the hand of mom was Elle Marshall Trust have all bowed that settled said the grandfather and turning to Marius and Cosette with both arms extended and blessing he cried permission to adore each other they did not require him to repeat it twice so much the worse the chirping began they talked hello my use resting on his elbow on his reclining chair Cosette standing beside him oh heavens murmur oh is that I see you once again it is thou it is you the idea of going and fighting like that but why it is horrible I had been dead for four months oh how wicked it was of you to go to that battle what had I done to you I pardon you but you will never do it again a little while ago when they came to tell us to come to you I still thought that I was about to die but it was from joy I was so sad I have not taken the time to dress myself I must frame people with my looks what will your relatives say to see me in a crumpled colour do speak you let me do all the talking we are still in the Rue de l'homme arm it seems that your shoulder was terrible they told me that you could put your fist in it and then it seems that they cut your flesh with the scissors that is frightful I have cried till I have no eyes left it is queer that a person can suffer like that your grandfather has a very kind heir don't disturb yourself don't rise on your elbow you will injure yourself oh how happy I am so our unhappiness is over I'm quite foolish I had things to say to you and I no longer know in the least what they were do you still love me we live in the Rue de l'homme are there is no garden I made lint all the time stay sir look it is your fault I have a callus on my finger angel said my use angel is the only word in the language that cannot be worn out no other word could resist the merciless youths which lovers make of it then as they were spectators they paused and said not a word more contending themselves was softly touching each other's hands Monsieur get a room all turn towards those who were in the room and cried talk loud the rest of you make a noise you people behind the scenes come a little uproar the deuce so that the children can chatter at their ease in approaching Marius and Cosette he said to them in a very low voice call each other thou don't stand on ceremony aunt is your normal looked on in astonishment at this eruption of light in her elderly household there is nothing aggressive about this amazement it was not the least in the world like the scandalized and envious glance of an owl at two turtledoves it was the stupid eye of a poor innocent seventy and fifty years of age it was a life which had been a failure gazing at that triumph love mom was a journal mom Senor said her father to her I told you that this is what would happen to you here you may in silent for a moment and then added look at the happiness of others then he turned to Cosette how pretty she is how pretty she is she's a cruise so you are going to have that all to yourself you scamp my rogue you are getting off nicely with me you are happy if I were not fifteen years too old we would fight with swords to see which of us should have her come now I am in love with you Mademoiselle it's perfectly simple it is your right you are in the right what a sweet charming little wedding this would make our parishes Sundanese su song sacrament but I will get a dispensation so that you can be married at some Paul the church is better it was built by the Jesuits it is more coquettish it is opposite the fountain of Cardinal daybreak the masterpiece of Jesuit architecture is at Numair it is called seven you must go there after you are married it is worth the journey ma'am Moselle I am quite of your mind I think girls ought to marry that is what they are made for there is a certain son Catherine whom I should always like to see uncuffed it's a fine thing to remain a spinster but it is chilly the bible says multiply in order to save the people Jean the Ark is needed but in order to make people what is needed as mother so marry my beauties I really do not see the use in remaining a spinster I know that they have their Chapel apart in the church and if they fall back on the Society of the Virgin but sapristi a handsome husband a fine fellow and at the expiration of a year a big blond brat who nurses lustily and who has fine rolls of fat on his thighs and who messes up your breasts in handfuls with his little rosy paws laughing the while like the Dom that's better than holding a candle at Vespers and chanting Therese I burn a the grandfather executed a pirouette on his 80 year old heels and began to talk again like a spring that has broken loose once more on Seabourn ah they called a tray rava seer revoir sorry LC you know I don't every dance poodle take Murray by the way what is it father have not you an intimate friend yes korfin ACK what is become of him he is dead and that is good he seated himself near them made Cosette sit down and took their four hands in his aged and wrinkled hands she is exquisite this darling she's a masterpiece this Cosette she is a very young girl and a very great lady she will only be a Baroness which is a comedown for her she was born a marquis what eyelashes she has get it well fixed in your noodles my children that you are in the true road love each other be foolish about it love is the folly of men in the width of God adore each other only he added suddenly becoming gloom what a misfortune it has just occurred to me more than half of what I possess is swallowed up in an annuity so long as I live it will not matter but after my death a score of years hence my poor children you will not have a sow your beautiful white hands Madame labonne will do the devil the honor of pulling him by the tail at this point they heard a grave and tranquil voice say mom was alia frizzy fashionable possesses 600,000 francs it was the voice of Jean Valjean so far he had not uttered a single word no one seemed to be aware that he was there and he had remained standing erect and motionless behind all these happy people what has mom was Lu fridgey to do with the question inquired the star old grandfather I am she replied Cosette six hundred thousand francs resumed once your general mom – fourteen or fifteen thousand francs possibly said Jean Valjean and he laid on the table the package which man was a pseudonym all had mistaken for a book Jean Valjean himself opened the package it was a bundle of banknotes they were turned over and counted there are 500 notes for a thousand francs each and 168 of 500 in all five hundred in eighty four thousand francs this is a fine book said Monsieur geronimo five hundred at eighty four thousand francs murmured the end this arranges things well does it not members al-jamal Sanyo said the grandfather that devil of Emmaus has 30 doubt the nest of a millionaire rosette in his tree of dreams just trusted love affairs of young folks now will you students find Stern s's with six hundred thousand francs Sharabi no works better than were shield five hundred and eighty four thousand francs repeated madmoizelle general Roman in a low tone 584 one might as well say six hundred thousand as for Marius and Cosette they were gazing at each other while this was going on they hardly heated this detail chapter five deposit your money in a forest rather than with a notary the reader has no doubt understood without necessitating a lengthy explanation that Jean Valjean after the shaman to you affair had been able thanks to his first escape of a few days duration to come to Paris and to withdraw in season from the hands of Lafitte the sum earned by him under the name of Monsieur Madeleine at mutrah Shermer and that fearing that he might be recaptured which eventually happened he had buried in hidden that some in the forest of Mon frère in the locality known as the blue bottom the some six hundred and thirty thousand francs all in blank bills was not very bulky and was contained in a box only in order to preserve the box from dampness he had placed in a coffered with chestnut shavings in the same copper he had placed his other treasures the bishops candlesticks it will be remembered that he had carried off the candlesticks when he made his escape from mutrah cher mayor the man seen one evening for the first time by bullet Ruel was Jean Valjean later on every time that Jean Valjean needed money he went to get it in the blue bottom hence the absences which we have mentioned he had a pickaxe somewhere in the Heather in a hiding place known to himself alone when he beheld Mariusz convalescent feeling that the hour was at hand when that money might prove of service he had gone to get it it was he again whom bullets well had seen in the woods but on this occasion in the morning instead of the evening bullets well inherited his pickaxe the actual cell was five hundred and eighty four thousand five hundred francs Jean Valjean withdrew the five hundred francs for himself we shall see hereafter he thought the difference between that sum and the six hundred and thirty thousand francs withdrew from Lafitte represented his expenditure in ten years from 1823 to 1833 the five years of his stay in the convent had cost only five thousand francs jean valjean said the two candlesticks on the chimney-piece where they glittered to the great admiration of Poussin moreover jean valjean knew that he was delivered from Javert the story had been told in his presence and he had verified the fact in the monitor how a police inspector named Javert had been found rounded under a boat belonging to some laundresses between the Pont au challenge and the Pont Neuf and that of writing left by this man otherwise irreproachable and highly esteemed by his superiors pointed to a fit of mental aberration and a suicide in fact thought Jean Valjean since he left me at Liberty once having got me in his power he must have been already mad end of chapter four and five recording by Rosanna Schmitt chapter six of book five of lay misery vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by cindy rice lame is Iram vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 5 grandfather and grandson chapter 6 the two old men do everything each one after his own fashion to render Cosette happy everything was made ready for the wedding the doctor on being consulted declared that it might take place in February it was then December if you ravishing weeks of perfect happiness passed the grandfather was not the least happy of them all he remained for a quarter of an hour at a time gazing at Cosette the wonderful beautiful girl he exclaimed and she has so sweet and good an air she is without exception the most charming girl that I have ever seen in my life later on she'll have virtues with an odor of violets how graceful one cannot live otherwise that nobley with such a creature Marius my boy you are a baron you are rich don't go to pettifogging I beg of you Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepals to paradise the transition had not been softened and they would have been stunned had they not been dazzled by it do you understand anything about it said Marius to Cosette no replied Cosette but it seems to me that the good God is caring for us Jean Valjean did everything smooth Dawei every difficulty arranged everything made everything easy he hastened towards Cosette's happiness with much adore and apparently with as much joy as Cosette herself as he had been a mayor he understood how to solve that delicate problem with the secret of which he alone acquainted because that civil status if he were to announce her origin bluntly it might prevent the marriage who knows he extricated Cosette's from all difficulties he concocted for her a family of dead people sure means of not encountering any objections because that was the only Zion of an extinct family because that was not his own daughter but the daughter of the other fossil ins – brother Fauci lands had been gardeners to the coven of Petitte pictus inquiry was made at the Covenant the very best information and the most respectable references abounded the good nuns not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of paternity and not attaching any importance to the matter never understood exactly of which of the two faasil aunts gazette was the daughter they said what was wanted and they said it was zeal and act de natori it was drawn up Cosette became in the eyes of the law Mademoiselle you fray see postulant she was declared an orphan both father and mother being dead Jean Valjean so arranged it that he was appointed under the name of Fache island as Cosette's guardian with michelle Jellyman as supervising guardian over him as for the five hundred and eighty thousand francs they constituted a legacy bequeathed to Cosette by a dead person who desired to remain unknown the original legacy had consisted of 594 thousand francs but ten thousand francs had been expended on the education of Mademoiselle Euphrasia five thousand francs of that amount having been paid to the Covenant this legacy deposited in the hands of a third party was to be turned over to Cosette at her majority or at the date of her marriage this taken as a whole was very acceptable and as the reader will perceive especially when the some do was half a million there was some peculiarities here and there it is true but they were not noticed one of the interested parties had his eyes blindfolded by love the other by the six hundred thousand francs cuz that learned that she was not the daughter of that old man whom she had so long called father he was merely a kinsman another Fosse lunch was her real father at any other time this would have broken her heart but at the nf of ole moment which she was then passing through it casts but a slight shadow a faint cloud she was so full of joy that the cloud did not last long she had Marius the young man arrived the old man was he faced such his life and then because that had for long years been habituated to seeing enigmas around her everyone being who has had mysterious childhood is always prepared for certain renunciations nevertheless she continued to call jean valjean father Pathet happy as the angels was enthusiastic over father of Judah Monde it is true that he overwhelmed her with gallant compliments and presence well Jean Valjean was building up for Cosette a normal situation in society and an unassailable status Mosher Judah mon was superintending the basket of wedding gifts nothing so amused him as being magnificent he had given to Cosette a robe of Bishop R which had been descended to him from his own grandmother these fortunes come up again he said ancient things all the rage and the young women of my old age dressed like the old women of my childhood he rifled his respectable chests of drawers in coromandel liqueur with swelling fronts which had not been opened for years let us hear the confession of these doubters he said let us see what they have in their punches he noisily violated the potbellied drawers of all his wives of all of his mistresses and all of his grandmother's PEC uns the masks lumpers painted Muir's robes of shoe glue the tool india kerchiefs embroidered in gold that could be washed dolphines without a right or wrong side in the piece Genoa and Alec on point lace Poirot in antique Goldsmith's work ivory bonbon boxes or mented with microscopic bottles bugles and ribbons he lavished everything on Cosette pizzette amazed desperately in love with Marius and wild with gratitude towards MA Georgia Timon dreamed of happiness without limit clothed in satin and velvet her wedding basket seemed to her to be upheld by Seraphin her soul flew out into the azure depths with wings of mechlin lace the intoxication of the lovers was only equalled as we have already said by the ecstasy of the grandfather a shorter flourish of trumpets went in the rue de fuel de Calva every morning a fresh offering of bric-a-brac from the grandfather to Cosette all possible knickknacks glittered around her one day Marius who is fond of talking gravely in the midst of his bliss said a purpose of I know not what incident the men of the revolution are so great that they have the prestige of the ages like Cato and like Faustian and each one of them seems to me an antique memory more antique exclaimed the old gentleman thanks Marius that is precisely the idea of which I was in such and on the following day a magnificent dress of tea rose colored male antique was added to Cosette's wedding present from the stripper ease the grandfather extracted a bit of wisdom love is all very well but there must be something else to go with it the useless must be mingled with happiness happiness is only the necessary season that enormous Lee with the superfluous for me a place and her heart her heart and the Louvre her heart and the grand waterworks of Versailles give me my Shepherd Ness and try to make her a duchess fetch me Phyllis crowned with corn flowers and add a hundred thousand francs in come open for me a bucolic perspective as far as you can see beneath a marble Connolly I consent to the bucolic and also to the fairy spectacle of marble and gold dry happiness resembles dry bread one eats but one does not dine I want the superfluous the useless the extravagant excess that which serves no purpose I remember to have seen in the Cathedral of Strasbourg a clock as tall as three-story house which marked the hours which had the kindness to indicate the hour but which had not the air of being made for that and which after struck midday or Midnight's midday the hour of the Sun or midnight the hour of love or any other hour which you like gave you the moon and the stars the earth and the sea birds and fishes Phoebus and Phoebe and a host of things which emerged from a niche and the Twelve Apostles and the Emperor Charles the fifth and the Anthony and Sabinas and a throng of the gilded goodman who played on the trumpet to boot without reckoning delicious chimes which is sprinkled through the air on every occasion without anyone's knowing why is a petty bald clockface which merely tells the hour equal to that for my parts I am of the opinion of the big clock of Strasbourg and I prefer it to the cuckoo clock from the black forest marjoram own talk nonsense connection with the wedding and all the fripperies of the 18th century past pell-mell through his difference you're ignorant of the art of festivals you do not know how to organize a day of enjoyment in this age he exclaimed your 19th century is a week it lacks excess it ignores the riches it ignores the noble in everything it is clean-shaven your third estate is insipid colorless odorless and shapeless the dreams of your bourgeois who set up as they express it a pretty boudoir freshly decorated violet M&E and calico make way make way your cool illusion is marrying Mademoiselle clutch penny sumptuous and splendor elude your has been stuck to a candle there is the epoch for you my demand is I may flee from it beyond the Samaritans aha in 1787 I predict that all was lost from the day I beheld the Duke de Rohan Prince de Leon do deja vu du de moons Besson Marquis de Somme bees we conduct to us pure France go to longchamps in tapu that has borne its fruits in this century men attend to business they gamble on change they win money they are stingy people take care of their surfaces and varnish them everyone is dressed as though just out of a bandbox washed soaps scraped shaved combed waked smooth rubbed brushed cleaned on the outside irreproachable polished as a pebble discreet neat and at the same time death of my life in the depths of their consciousness they have dung heaps and cesspools that are enough to make a cow herd who blows his nose in his fingers recoil I grant to this age the device dirty cleanliness don't be vexed – give me permission to speak I say no evil of the people as you see I am always hot you're people but do look favorably on my dealing a bit of slap to the bourgeois I belong to it he who loves well lash as well thereupon I say plainly that nowadays people marry but they no longer know how to marry ah it is true I regret the grace of the ancient manners I regret everything about them their elegance their chivalry they're courteous and delicate ways that joyous luxury which everyone possessed music forming part of the wedding a symphony above stairs a beating of drums below stairs the dances the joyous faces around the table the fine-spun gallant compliments the songs the fireworks the frank laughter the devil's own row the huge knots of ribbon I regret the bride's garter the rites garter is cousin to the girdle of Venus on what does the war of Troy turn on Helen's garter table why did they fight why did dear mean the divine break over the head Marianas the great brazen helmet of ten points why did Achilles and Hector kill each other up with vast blows of their Lance's because Helen allowed Paris to take her garter with Cosette's got homo would construct the Iliad he would put in his poem a loquacious fold fellow like me and he would call him nestor my friends in bygone days in those amiable days of your people married wisely they had a good contract and then they had a good Kraus as soon as crew just takes his depart Camacho entered but ensues the stomach is an agreeable beast which demands its due and which wants to have its wedding also people sipped well and had a table a beautiful neighbor without a glimpse so that her throat was only moderately concealed oh the large laughing mouth and how gay we were in those days youth was a bouquet every man terminated in a branch of lilacs or a tuft of roses whether he was a shepherd or a warrior and if by chance one was a captain of dragoons one found means to call one selves Florian people thought much of looking well they embroidered and tinted themselves a Vajra had the error of a flower a marquis had the air of a precious stone people had no straps to their boots they had no boots they were spruce shining waved lustrous fluttering dainty coquettish which did not at all prevent they're wearing swords by their sides the hummingbird has beacon claws that was the day of gallant Indies one of the sides of that century was delicate the other was magnificent and by the green cabbages people amuse themselves today people are serious the bourgeois is avarice the bourgeois is a prude your century is unfortunate people would drive away the graces as being too low in the neck alas beauty is concealed as though it were ugliness since the revolution everything including the ballet dancers has had its trousers a mountebank dancer must be grave your rigour dooms our doctrine it is necessary to be majestic people would be greatly annoyed if they did not carry their chins in their kravitz the ideal of an urchin of 20 when he marries is to resemble measure all caught and do you know what one arrives at with that majesty at being petty learn this joy is not only joyous it is great but being loved gaily then what the deuce marry when you marry with fever and giddiness and tumult and the uproar of happiness be grave in church well and good but as soon as the mass is finished Savage oh you must make a dream world around the bride a marriage should be royal and chimerical it should promit its ceremony from the Cathedral of the rhymes to the pagoda of Chantal I have had a horror of a paltry wedding venture let a be it in Olympius for that one day at least be one of the gods ah people might be self game and laughter a garis bites their stupids my friends even recently married bridegroom's ought to be Prince aldebran Nene profit by that unique minute in life to soul away the emperium with the Swans and the eagles even if you do have to fall back on the morrow into the bourgeoisie of the frogs don't economize on nuptials do not prune them of their splendors don't scrimp on the day when you beam the wedding is not the housekeeping oh if I were to carry out my fancy it would be gallant violins would be heard under the trees here is my program sky blue and silver I would mingle with the festival the rule of divinities I would convert the dryads and the nyrians the nuptials of Amphitrite a rosy cloud nips with well-dressed locks and entirely naked an Akkadian offering portraits to the goddess a chariot drawn by marine monsters treatin tota de ville ET reduce a countess on sale Ravi some kill a hobby say kick honk in English this means Triton trotted on before and drew from his conch shell sound so ravishing that he delighted everyone there is a festive program there's a good one or else I know nothing of such matters deuce ticket while the grandfather in full lyrical effusion was listening to himself Cosette and Marius grew intoxicated as they gazed freely at each other aunt juley wound surveyed all this with her in perpetual acidity within the last five or six months she had experienced a certain amount of emotions Marius returned Marius brought back bleeding Marius brought back from a barricade Mara is dead then living Marius reconciled Marius betrothed Marius wedding and poor girl Marius wedding a millionairess the six hundred francs had been her last surprise then her indifference of a girl taking her first communion returned to her she went regularly to service told her beats read her ecology mumbled Aves in one corner of the house while I love you was whispered in another and she beheld Marius and Cosette in a vague way like two shadows the shadow was herself there is a certain state of inert asceticism in which the soul neutralized by two part a stranger to which may be designed as the business of living receives no impressions either human or pleasant or painful with the exception of earthquakes and catastrophes this devotion as father Julie mom said to his daughter corresponds to a cold in the head he smelled nothing of life neither any bad nor any good odour moreover the 600,000 francs had settled the elderly Spencer's indecision her father had acquired the habit of taking her so little into account that he had not consulted her in the matter of consent to Morris's marriage he had acted impetuously according to his want having a despot turned slave at a single thought to satisfy Marius as for the aunt it had not even occurred to him that the aunt existed and that she could have an opinion of her own and sheep as she was this had vexed her somewhat resentful in her inmost soul but impossibly externally she had said to herself my father has settled the question of the marriage without reference to me I shall settle the question of inheritance without consulting him she was rich in fact and her father was not she had reserved her decision on this point had the match been a poor one she would have left him poor so much the worse for my nephew he is wetting a beggar let him be a beggar himself but Cosette's 1/2 million please the end and altered her inward situation so far as this pair of lovers were concerned one owes some consideration to 600,000 francs and it was evident that she could not do otherwise then leave her fortune to these young people since they did not need it it was arranged that the couple should live with the grandfather majora Damone insisted on resigning to them his chamber the finest in the house that will make me young again he said it's an old plan of mine I have always entertained the idea of having a wedding in my chamber he furnished this chamber with a multitude of elegant trifles he had the ceiling and walls hung with an extraordinary stuff which he had by him in the piece in which he believed to have amman you a tada you trek with a buttercup coloured satin ground covered with velvet ruq blossoms it was with that stuff said he that the bed of the duchess tia under at LaRouche Shawn was trapped on the chimney-piece he said a little figurine in sacks porcelain carrying a muff against her nude stomach usual Julian's library became the lawyer's study which Marius needed a study it will be remembered being required by the Council of the order end of book 5 chapter 6 Chapter seven of book five of blame is robbed volume five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org name is Rob volume five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book five grandson and grandfather chapter seven the effects of Dreams mingled with happiness the lovers saw each other every day Cosette came with Masha Masha blunt this is reversing thing said Mademoiselle Geum on to have the bride come to the house to do the courting like this but Maddie was his convalescence had caused the habit to become established and the armchairs of the Rue des filles du Kevlar better adapted to interview than the straw chairs of the Rue de l'homme armé had ruled it Marius and Monsieur Pasha blunt saw each other but did not address each other it seems as though this had been agreed upon every girl needs a chaperone Cosette could not have come without Michelle flesh rot in Mario's eyes Masha facha want was the condition attached a cassette he accepted it by dint of discussing political matters vaguely and without precision from the point of view of the general amelioration of the fate of all men they came to say a little more than yes and no once on the subject of Education which Marius wish to have free and obligatory multiplied under all forms lavished on everyone like the air in the Sun in a word respirable for the entire population they were in unison and they almost conversed while sure fashion Avant talked well and even with the certain loftiness of language still he lacked something indescribable ma chere fresh Levant possessed something less and also something more than a man of the world Marius inwardly and in the depths of his thought surrounded with all sorts of mute questions as Monsieur Levante who was to him simply benevolent and cold there were moments when doubts as to his own recollections occurred to him there was a void in his memory a black spot an abyss excavated by four months of agony many thoughts had been lost there in he'd come to the point of asking himself whether there were really a fact that he had seemed more sure of fleshly want so serious and so calm a man in the barricade this was not however the only stupor in which the apparitions and the disappearances of the past had left his mind it must not be supposed that he was delivered from all those obsessions of the memory which force us even when happy even when satisfied to glance sadly behind us the head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have vanished contains neither love nor thought at times not ears clasped his face between his hands and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the twilight which reigned in his brain again he beheld mabu fall he heard Gavroche singing amidst the grapeshot he felt beneath his lips the brow of cold Eponine Angela cataract jean-pierre a combo fare boo set Grazia all his friends Rose erect before him then dispersed into thin air were all those dear sorrowful valiant charming or tragic beings merely dreams had they actually exist the revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke these great fevers created great dreams he questioned himself he felt himself all these vanished realities made him dizzy where were they all done was it really true that they were all dead a fallen to the shadows had carried all off except for him it all seemed to him to have disappeared as though behind a curtain of a theater there are curtains like this which drop in life God passes on to the following act and he himself was he actually the same man he the poor man was rich he the abandoned had a family he the despairing was to marry Cosette it seemed to him reversed a tomb and that he had entered into a black and had emerged from it white and in that tomb the others had remained a certain moments all these beings of the past returned and present formed a circle around him and overshadowed him then he thought of Cosette and recovered his serenity but nothing less than this Felicity could have sufficed to have faced that catastrophe mature foster bant almost occupied a place among these vanished beings Marius hesitated to believe that the FASTA Levant of the barricade was the same as this foster Levant in flesh and blood sitting so gravely beside Cosette the first was probably one of those nightmares occasioned and brought back by the hours of his delirium however the nature's of both men was rigid no question from Marius to Fache Levant was possible such an idea had not even occurred to him we have already indicated this characteristic detail to men who have a secret in common and who by a sort of tacit agreement exchange not a word on the subject are less rare than is commonly supposed once only did man use make an attempt he introduced into the conversation the rue de de shed la vie and turning to Monsieur Fauchelevent he had said to him of course you are acquainted with that Street what street the Rue de la Jean body I have no idea of the name of that street replied Mon cher foster Levant in the most natural manner in the world the response which bore upon the name of that street and not upon the street itself appeared to Marius to be more conclusive than it really was decidedly thought he I have been dreaming I have been subject to a hallucination it was someone who resembled him Maserati Levante was not there end of book 5 chapter 7 chapter 8 of book 5 of lame is Rob volume 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Joyce Martin name is Olaf I am 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence have a good book 5 chapter 8 – men impossible to find Marius is enchantment great as it was could not a face from his mind other preoccupations while the wedding was in preparation and while awaiting the date fixed upon he caused difficult and scrupulous retrospective researches to be made he owed gratitude in various quarters he Oded on his father's account he Oded on his own there was Thurid ere there was the unknown man who had brought him Marius back to meshugganah Monde Morris endeavoured to find these two men not intending to marry to be happy and to forget them and fearing that were their depths of gratitude not discharged they would leave a shadow in his life which promised so brightly for the future it was impossible for him to leave all these arrears of suffering behind him and he wished before entering joyously into the future to obtain acquittance from the past that thern adair was a villain detracted nothing from the fact that he had saved Colonel Pontmercy there Adair was a ruffian in the eyes of all the world except Marius and Marius ignorant of the real scene in the battlefield of Waterloo was not aware of the peculiar detail that his father so far as thirded ear was concerned was in the strange position of being indebted to the latter for his life without being indebted to him for any gratitude none of the various agents who Marius employed succeeded in discovering any trace of thir nadare obliteration appeared to be complete in that quarter Madame thorne Adair had died in prison pending the trial turn Adair and his daughter as Alma the only two remaining of that lamentable group had plunged back into the gloom the gulf of the social unknown had silently closed above those beings on the surface there was not visible so much as that quiver that trembling those obscure concentric circles which announce that something has fallen in and that the plummet may be dropped Madame thern dare being dead boo Littrell being eliminated from the case closed cases having disappeared the principal persons accused having escaped from prison the trial connected with the ambush in the gorbo house had come to nothing that affair had remained rather obscure the bench of a Caesars had been obliged to content themselves with two subordinates pon chaud alias pran tener alias Bergen ale and Demi Laird alias doom Lars who had been in consistently condemned after a hearing of both sides of the case to ten years in the galleys hard labor for life had been the sentence pronounced against the escaped and contumacious accomplices their nadare the head and leader had been through contumacy likewise condemned to death this sentence was the only information remaining about thern adair casting upon that buried name its sinister light like a candle beside a beer moreover by thrusting thorn and air back into the very remotest depths through a fear of being recaptured this sentence added to the density of the shadows which envelope this man as for the other person as for the unknown man who had saved Marius the researchers were at first to some extent successful and then came to an abrupt conclusion they succeeded in finding the carriage which had brought Marius to the rue de filet de Colbert in the evening of the 6th of June the coachman declared that on the 6th of June in obedience to the commands of a police agent he had stood from 3 o'clock in the afternoon until nightfall in the cages sharp LSC above the outlet of the Grand sewer that toward 9 o'clock in evening the grading of the sewer which abuts on the bank of the river had opened that a man had emerged therefrom bearing on his shoulders another man who seemed to be dead that the agent who was on the watch at that point had arrested the living man and had seized the dead man that at the order of the police agent he the coachman had taken all those folks into his carriage that they had first driven to the Rue de Ville attack aver that they had their deposited the dead man that the dead man was Monsieur Marius and that he the coachman recognised him perfectly although he was alive this time that afterwards they had entered the vehicle again that he had whipped up his horses a few paces from the gates of the archives they had called him to halt that there in the street they had paid him and left him and that the police agent had led the other man away that he knew nothing more that the night had been very dark Marius as we have said recalled nothing he only remembered that he had been seized from behind by an energetic hand at the moment when he was falling backwards into the barricade then everything vanished so far as he was concerned he had only regained consciousness at Monsieur Gilman Mons he was lost in conjectures he could not doubt his own identity still how could it have come to pass the having fallen in the rudest show the air he had been picked up by the police agent on the banks of the scene near the Pont des invalids someone had carried him from the quarter a halt to the Shum police and how through the sewer unheard-of devotion someone who this was the man for whom Marius was searching of this man who was his Saviour nothing not a trace not the faintest indication Marius are though forced to preserve great reserve in that direction pushed his inquiries as far as the prefecture of police there no more than elsewhere did the information obtained lead to any enlightenment the proof sure knew less about the matter then did the Hackney coachman they had no knowledge of any arrests having been made on the 6th of June at the mouth of the Grand sewer no report of any agent had been received there upon this matter which was regarded at the prefecture as a fable the invention of this fable was attributed to the coachman a coachman who wants a gratuity is capable of anything even of imagination the fact was assured never less and Marius could not doubt it unless he doubted his own identity as we have just said everything about the singular enigma was inexplicable what had become of that man that mysterious man whom the coachman had seen emerge from the grading notes grande sewer bearing upon his back the unconscious Marius and whom the police agent on the watch had arrested in the very act of rescuing an insurgent what had become of the agent himself why had this agent preserved silence had the man succeeded in making his escape had he bribed the agent why did this man give no sign of life to Marius who owed everything to him his disinterested Ness was no less tremendous than his devotion why had not that man appeared again perhaps he was above compensation but no one is above gratitude was he dead who was the man what sort of a face had he no one could tell him this the coachman answered the night was very dark Bossk and Nicollet all in a flutter had looked only at their young master all covered with blood the porter whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival with Marius had been the only one to take note of the man in question and this is the description that he gave that man was terrible Marius had the blood-stained clothing which he had worn when he had been brought back to his grandfather preserved in the hope that it would prove of service and his researches on examining the code it was found that once Kurt had been torn in a singular way a piece was missing one evening Marius was speaking in the presence of Cosette and jean valjean or the whole that singular adventure of the innumerable enquiries which he had made and of the fruitlessness of his efforts the cold countenance of Monsieur Fauchelevent angered him he exclaimed with a vivacity which had something of rap in it yes that man whoever he may have been was sublime do you know what he did sir he intervened like an archangel he must have flung himself into the midst of the battle have stolen me away have opened the sewer have dragged me into it and have carried me through it he must have traversed more than a league and a half in those frightful subterranean galleries bent over weighed down in the dark in the cesspool more than a league and a half sir with a corpse upon his back and with what object with the sole object of saving the corpse and that corpse I was he said to himself there may still be a glimpse of life there perchance I will risk my own existence for that miserable spark and his existence he risks not only once but twenty times every step there was danger the proof of it is that on emerging from the sewer he was arrested do you know sir that that man did all this and he had no recompense to expect what was I an insurgent what was I one of the conquered oh if Cosette six hundred thousand francs were mine they are yours interrupted Jean Valjean well we assumed Marius I would give them all to find that man once more Jean Valjean remained silent end of chapter 8 book five reading by Joyce Martin chapter one of book six of lamest grappler volume five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Amy Hanks name is our table volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 6 the sleepless night chapter 1 the 16th of February 1833 the night of the 16th to the 17th of February 1833 was a blessed night above its shadows heaven stood open it was the wedding night of Marius and Cosette the day had been adorable it had not been the Grand Festival dreamed by the grandfather a fairy spectacle with a confusion of cherubim and Cupid's over the heads of the bridal pair a marriage were they to form the subject of a painting to be placed over a door but it had been sweet and smiling the manner of marriage in 1833 was not the same as it is today France had not yet borrowed from England that supreme delicacy of carrying off one's wife of fleeing on coming out of a church of hiding oneself with shame from one's happiness and of combining the ways of the bankrupt with the delights of the song of songs people had not yet grasped to the full the chastity exquisiteness and decency of jilting their paradise in a posting chase of breaking up their mystery with qlik lakhs of taking for a nuptial bed the bed of an inn and of leaving behind them in a commonplace chamber at so much a night the most sacred of the souvenirs of life mingled pell-mell with a tete-a-tete of the conductor of the diligence and the maidservant of the inn in the second half of the nineteenth century in which we are now living the mayor and his scarf the priests and as Chezza the law and God no longer suffice they must be iike out by the Postiglione to lingerie own a blue waistcoat turned up with red and with bell buttons a plaque like a vamp brace knee breeches of green leather oath to the Norman horses with their tails knotted up false galloons furnished hat long powdered locks an enormous whip and tall boots France does not yet carry elegance to the length of doing like the English nobility and raining down on the post-chaise of the bridal pair a hailstorm of slippers trodden down at heel and the worn-out shoes in memory of Churchill afterwards Marlboro or mal Brooke who was assailed on his wedding day by the wrath of an ant which brought him good luck old shoes and slippers do not as yet form a part of our nuptial celebrations but patience as good taste continues to spread we shall come to that in 1833 a hundred years ago marriage was not conducted at a full trot strange to say at that epoch people still imagined that a wedding was a private and a social festival that a patriarchal banquet does not spoil a domestic solemnity the gaiety even in excess provided it be honest and decent does happiness no harm and that in short it is a good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence a family is destined to spring should begin at home and that the household should thence forth have its nuptial chamber as its witness and people were so immodest as to marry in their own homes the marriage took place therefore in accordance with this now superannuated fashion at M Sheila Norman's house natural and commonplace as this matter of marrying is the band's to publish the papers to be drawn up the mayorality and the church produced some complication they could not get ready before the 16th of February now we note this detail for the pure satisfaction of being exact it chanced that the 16th fell in Shrove Tuesday hesitations scruples particularly on the part of aunt Sheila Norman Shrove Tuesday exclaimed the grandfather so much the better there is a proverb mawkish on magic lad no if I point in funny God let us proceed here goes for the 16th do you want to delay Marius no certainly not replied the lover let us marry then cried the grandfather accordingly the marriage took place on the 16th notwithstanding the public merrymaking it rained that day but there is always in the sky a tiny scrap of blue at the service of happiness which lovers see even when the rest of creation is under an umbrella on the preceding evening jean valjean handed to marius in the presence of angela norman the five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs as the marriage was taking place under the regime of community of property the papers had been simple henceforth twice Psalm was of no use to John Valjean Cosette inherited her and promoted her to the rank of ladies maid as for Jean Valjean a beautiful chamber in the Shilla Norman's house had been furnished expressly for him and Cosette had said to him in such an irresistible manner father I entreat you that she had almost persuaded him to promise that he would come and occupy it a few days before that fixed on for marriage an accident happened to Jean Valjean he crushed the thumb of his right hand this was not a serious matter he had not allowed anyone to trouble of himself about it nor to dress it nor even to see his hurt not even Cosette nevertheless this had forced him to sway this hand in a linen bandage and to carry his arm in a sling and had prevented his signing another Norman in his capacity of Cosette supervising guardian had supplied his place we will not conduct the reader either to the mayor's office or to the church one does not follow a pair of lovers to that extent and one is accustomed to turn ones back on the drama as soon as it puts a wedding nosegay in its buttonhole we will confine ourselves to noting an incident which though unnoticed by the wedding party marked the transit from the Rue de filet duke aver to the church of saint paul at that epoch the northern extremity of the rue song we was in process of repaving it was barred off beginning with the Rue de Paniagua it was impossible for the wedding carriages to go directly to st. Paul they were obliged to alter their course and the simplest way was to turn through the boulevard one of the invited guests observed that it was sure of Tuesday and there would be a jam of vehicles why asked mg Lenormand because of the maskers capital said the grandfather let us go that way these young folks are on the way to be married they are about to enter the serious part of life this will prepare them for seeing a bit of the masquerade they went by way of the boulevard the first wedding coach held Cosette and Angela Norman M Java Norman and Jean Valjean Marius still separated from his betrothed according to usage did not come until the second the nuptial train on emerging from the road a fillet – Kavya became entangled in a long procession of vehicles which form an endless chain from the Madeleine to the Bastille and from the Bastille to the Madeleine maskers abounded on the boulevard in spite of the fact that it was raining at intervals Mary andrew Pantaloon and clown persisted in the good humour of that winter of 1833 Paris had disguised itself as Venice such Shrove Tuesday Tsar no longer to be seen nowadays everything which exists being scattered carnival there is no longer any carnival the sidewalks were overflowing with pedestrians and the windows with curious spectators the terraces which crown the Paris tiles of the theatres were boarded with spectators besides the maskers they stared at that procession peculiar to Shrove Tuesday as too long from a vehicles of every description City Dean's tapasya carols cabriolets marching in order rigorously riveted to each other by the police regulations and locked into rails as it were anyone in these vehicles as it wants a spectator and a spectacle police sergeants maintained on the sides of the boulevard these two interminable parallel files moving in contrary directions and saw to it that nothing interfere with that double current those two Brooks of carriages flowing the one downstream the other upstream the one toward the chasse down teen the other toward the foot Borges son Antoine the carriages of the piers of France and the ambassadors and blazoned with coats of arms held the middle of the way going coming freely certain joyous and magnificent trains notably that above kah had the same privilege in this gaiety of Paris England cracked her whip Laurence Seymour's post-chaise harassed by a nickname from the populace passed with great noise in the double-file along which the municipal guards galloped like sheepdogs honest family coaches loaded down with great aunts and grandmothers displayed at their doors fresh groups of children in disguise clowns of seven years of age columbines of six ravishing little creatures who felt that they formed an official part of a public mirth who were imbued with the dignity of the Harlequin ade and who possessed the gravity of functionaries from time to time a hitch arose somewhere in the procession of vehicles one or other of the two lateral files halted until the knot was disentangled one carriage delayed suffice to paralyze the whole line then they set out again on the March the wedding carriages were in the file proceeding toward the Bastille and skirting the right side of the boulevard at the top of the posh shoe there was a stoppage nearly at the same moment the other file which was proceeding toward the Madeleine halted also at that point of the file there was a carriage load of maskers these carriages or to speak more correctly these wagonloads of maskers are very familiar to Parisians if they were mitting on a show of Tuesday or at the Midland it would be taken in bad part and people would say there's something behind that probably the ministry is about to undergo a change a pile of Cassandras Harlequins and columbines gildo along high above the passers-by all possible grotesqueness from the Turk to the savage hercules supporting marquis fishwives who would have made robbing they stopped up his ears just as the maintenance maid Aristophanes drop his IDEs toe wigs pink tights dandified hats spectacles of a grimace er three-cornered hats of juno tormented with a butterfly shouts directed at pedestrians fists on hips bold attitudes bare shoulders immodesty Unchained a chaos of shame driven by a coachman crowned with flowers this is what that institution was like Greece stood in need of a chariot of Festus France stands in need of the hackney-coach Evette everything can be parodied even parody the Saturnalia that grimace of antique beauty ends through exaggeration after exaggeration in Shrove Tuesday and the bacchanal formally crowned with sprays of vine leaves and grapes inundated with sunshine displaying her marvel breasts in the divine semi nudity having at the present day lost her shape under the soaked rags of the north has finally come to be called the Jack pudding the tradition of carriage loads of maskers runs back to the most ancient days of a monarchy the accounts of louis xi a lot to the bailiff of the palace 20 suitor nock for three coaches of masquerades in the crossroads in our day these noisy heaps of creatures are accustomed to have themselves driven in some ancient cuckoo carriage whose Imperial they load down or they overwhelm hired Landau with its top thrown back with their tumultuous groups 20 of them ride in a carriage intended for six they cling to the seats to the rumble on the cheeks of the hood on the shafts they even best ride the carriage lamps they stand sit lie with their knees drawn up in a knot and their legs hanging the women sit on the men's laps far away above the throng of heads they're wild pyramid as visible these carriage loads form mountains of mirth in the midst of rout Caillat Pinard and plural flew from it and riched with slain this carriage which has become a colossal through its Freight has an air of conquest upper our reins at front come out behind people vociferated Scheldt howl there they break forth and writhed with enjoyment gaiety roars sarcasm flames forth joviality is flaunted like a red flag to Jade's their drag farce blossomed forth in an apotheosis it is the triumphal car of laughter a laughter that is too cynical to be frank in truth this laughter is this laughter has a mission it is charged with proving the carnival to the parish uns these fishwife vehicles in which one feels one knows not what shadows said the philosopher to thinking there is government there in there when lays one's finger on a mysterious affinity between public men and public women it certainly is sad that turpitude heaped up should give a sum total of gaiety that by piling ignominy upon opprobrium the people should be enticed that the system of spying and serving as caryatids to prostitution should amuse the rabble when it confronts them that the crowd loves to behold that monstrous living pile of tinsel rags half tongue half light roll a pie on four wheels howling and laughing that they should clap their hands at this glory composed of all shames that there would be no festival for the populace did not the police promenade in their midst these sorts of twenty headed hydras of joy but what can be done about it these beribboned and be flowered tumbrils of mire are insulted and pardoned by the laughter of the public the laughter of all is the accomplice of universal degradation certain unhealthy festivals disaggregate the people and convert them into the populace and populace is like tyrants require buffoons the King has Ricola the populace has the merry Andrew Paris is great mad city on every occasion than it is a great sublime city there the carnival forms part of politics Paris let us confess it willingly allows infamy to furnish it with comedy she only demands of her masters when she has masters one thing paint me the mud Rome was of the same mind she loved Nero Nero was a Titanic Laderman Shantz ordained as we have just said that one of these shapeless clusters of masked men and women dragged about on a vast collage should halt on the left of the boulevard while the wedding train halted on the right the carriage load of masks caught sight of the wedding carriage containing the bridal party opposite them on the other side of the boulevard hello said a mass here's a wedding a sham wedding retorted another we are the genuine article and being too far off to accost the wedding party and fearing also the rebuke of the police the two masters turned their eyes elsewhere at the end of another minute the carriage load of masters had their hands full the multitude set to yelling which is the crowds caressed to masquerades and the two maskers who had just spoken had to face the throng with their comrades and did not find the entire repertory of projectiles of the fish markets too extensive to retort to the enormous verbal attacks of the populace a frightful exchange of metaphors took place between the maskers in the crowd in the meanwhile two other maskers in the same carriage a Spaniard with an enormous nose an elderly heir and a huge black mustache and a gaunt fishwife who is quite a young girl masked with Alou had also noticed the wedding and while their companions and the passers-by were exchanging insults they had held a dialogue in a low voice there aside was covered by the tumult and was lost in it the gusts of rain had drenched the front of the vehicle which was wide open the breezes of February are not warm as the fishwife clad in a low necked gown replied to the Spaniard she shivered laughed and coughed here is their dialogue say now what daddy do you see that old Cove what old Cove yonder in the first wedding card on our side the one with his arm hung up in a black cravat yes well I'm sure that I know him ah I'm willing that they should cut my throat and I'm ready to swear that I never have said either you thou or I in my life if I don't know that Parisian paracin pentene today can you see the bride if you stoop down no and the bridegroom there's no bridegroom in that trap bah unless it's the old fellow try to get a sight of the bride by stooping very low I can't never mind that old Cove who has something the matter with this PAH I know and that I'm positive and what good does it do no one can tell sometimes it does I don't care a hang for old fellows that I don't I know him know him if you want to how the devil does he come to be one of the wedding party we're in it to where does that wedding come from how should I know listen well what there's one thing you ought to do what's that get off of our trap and spin that wedding what for to find out where it goes and what it is hurry up and jump down trot my girl your legs are young I can't quit the vehicle why not I'm hired I have a devil I owe my fishwife day to the prefecture that's true if I leave the cart the first inspector who gets his eye on me will arrest me you know that well enough yes I do I'm bought by the government for today all the same that old fellow bothers me do the old fellows bother you but you're not a young girl he's in the first carriage well in the bride's trap what then so he's the father what concern is that of mine I tell you that he's the father as if he were the only father listen what I can't go out otherwise the masked here I'm concealed no one knows that I'm here but tomorrow there will be no more maskers it's Ash Wednesday I run the risk of being nabbed I must sneak back to my hole but you are free not particularly more than I am at any rate well what of that you must try to find out where that wedding party went to where it went yes I know where is it going then to the cudgel not blue and the first place it's not in that direction well it's a lock-up hey or else where it's free wedding parties are at liberty that's not the point at all I tell you you must try to learn for me what that wedding is who that old Cove belongs to and wear that wedding pair of moves I like that that would be queer it's so easy to find out a wedding party that passed through the street on a Shrove Tuesday a week afterwards a pin in a ham oh it it possible that don't matter you must try you understand me as Alma the two files resumed their movement on both sides of the Boulevard in opposite directions and the carriage of the maskers lost sight of the trap of the bride this concludes book 6 chapter one of limas OVA recording by Amy Hanks

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  1. Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Audiobook Full | English | 5/8

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