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

Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Book | English | 7/8



chapters 1 & 2 of book 8 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 that miserable five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 8 the fading away of the Twilight chapter 1 the lower chamber on the following day at nightfall Jean Valjean knocked at the carriage gate of the gala no Mont house it was Basque who received him Bossk was in the courtyard at the appointed hour as though he had received his orders it sometimes happens that one says to a servant you will watch for mr. so-and-so when he arrives Vaska dress jean valjean without waiting for the ladder to approach him mr. lebarron has charged me to inquire whether Monsieur desires to go upstairs Oh to remain below I will remain below reply john Valjean Basque who is perfectly respectful open the door of the waiting room and said I will go and inform madam the room which jean valjean entered was a damp vaulted room on the ground floor which served as a cellar on occasion which opened on the street was paved with red squares and was badly lighted by a grated window this chamber was not one of those which were harassed by the feather duster the Pope's head brush and the broom the dust rested tranquilly their persecution of the spiders was not organized there a fine web which spread far and wide and was very black and ornamented with dead flies formed a wheel on one of the window panes the room which was small and low sealed was furnished with heap of empty bottles piled up in one corner the wall which was dogged with an ochre yellow washe was scaling off in large flakes at one end there was a chimney piece painted in black with a narrow show a fire was burning there which indicated that Jean Valjean's reply I will remain below had been foreseen two armchairs were placed at the two corners of the fireplace between the chairs an old bedside rug which displayed more foundation thread than wool had been spread by way of a carpet the chamber was lighted by the fire on the hearth and the Twilight falling through the window Jean Valjean was fatigued for days he had neither eaten or slept he threw himself into one of the armchairs Bosco returned set a light a candle on the chimney-piece and retired Jean Valjean has had drooping and his chin resting on his breast perceived neither Basque nor the candle all at once he drew himself up with a start Cosette was standing beside him he had not seen her enter but he had felt that she was there he turned round he gazed at her she was adorably lovely but what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul well exclaimed Cosette father I knew that you were peculiar but I never should have expected this what an idea Morris told me that you wish me to receive you here yes it is my wish I expected that reply good I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you let us begin at the beginning embrace me father and she offered him her cheek Jean Valjean remained motionless you do not stir I take note of it attitude of guilt but never mind I pardon you Jesus Christ said offered the other cheek here it is and she presented her other cheek Jean Valjean did not move it seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement this is becoming serious said Cosette what have I done to you I declare that I am perplexed you owe me reparation you will dine with us I have dined that is not true I will get Monsieur Gil Armand to scold you grandfather's are made reprimand fathers come go upstairs with me to the drawing room immediately impossible here Cosette lost ground a little she ceased to command and passed to questioning but why and you chose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me it's horrible here thou knowest Jean Valjean caught himself up you know madam that I am peculiar I have my freaks Cosette struck her tiny hands together Madame you know more novelties what is the meaning of this Jean Valjean directed upon her the heart-rending smile to which he occasionally had recourse you wished to be Madame you are so not for You Father do not call me father what call me Monsieur Jean Jean if you like you are no longer my father I am no longer Cosette most choose your own what does this mean why these are revolutions aren't they what has taken place come look me in the face and you won't live with us and you won't have my chamber what have I done to you has anything happened nothing well then everything is as usual why do you change your name you have changed yours surely you smiled again with the same smile as before and added since you are Madame Pontmercy I certainly can be Monsieur Jean I don't understand anything about it oh this is idiotic I shall ask permission of my husband for you to be Monsieur Jean I hope that he will not consent to it you caused me a great deal of pain one does have freaks but one does not cause ones little Cosette grief that is wrong you have no right to be wicked you who are so good he made no reply she seized his hands with vivacity and raising them to her face with an irresistible movement she pressed them against her neck beneath her chin which is a gesture of profound tenderness oh she said to him be good and she went on this is what I call being good being nice and coming and living here there are birds here as there are in the room film a living with us quitting that hole of a rude dirham are not giving us riddles to guess being like all the rest of the world dining with us breakfasting with us being my father he loosed her hands you no longer need a father you have a husband Cosette became angry I no longer need a father one really does not know what to say to things like that which are not common sense if Toussaint were here resumed Jean Valjean like a person who is driven to seek authorities and who clutches at every branch she would be the first to agree that it is true that I've always had ways of my own there's nothing new in this I always have loved my black corner but it is cold here one cannot see distinctly it is abominable it is abominable that it is to wish to be mature Jean I will not have you say you to me just now as I was coming here the replies Jean Valjean I saw a piece of furniture in the ruse and Louie it was at a cabinetmakers if I were a pretty woman I would treat myself to that bit of furniture a very neat toilet in the reigning style what you call Rose what I think it is inlaid the mirror is quite large there are drawers it is pretty how the villainess bear replied Cosette and with supreme and grace setting her teeth and drawing back her lips she blew at jean valjean she was a grace copying a cat I am furious she resumed ever since yesterday you have made me rage all of you I am greatly vexed I don't understand you did not defend me against Maurice Maurice will not uphold me against you I am all alone I arranged a chamber prettily if I could have put the good God there I would have done it my chamber is left on my hands my lodgers sends me into bankruptcy i order a nice little dinner of Nicolette we will have nothing to do with your dinner madam and my father Fache of all wants me to call him monsieur jean and to receive him in a frightful old ugly cellar where the walls have beards and where the crystal consists of empty bottles and the curtains are of spiders webs you are singular I admit that as your style but people who get married are granted a truce you are not to have begun being singular again instantly so you are going to be peacefully contented in your about herbal Rudel Oh mom I was very desperate indeed there that I was what have you against me you caused me a great deal of grief by I'm becoming suddenly serious she gazed intently at Jean Valjean and added are you angry with me because I'm happy in John you asked sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep this question which was simple for because that was profound for Jean Valjean Cosette had meant to scratch and she lacerated Jean Valjean turned pale he remained for a moment without replying then with an inexpressible intonation and speaking to himself he murmured her happiness was the object of my life now God may sign me dismissal Cosette thou art happy my day is over oh you have said that to me exclaimed Cosette and she sprang to his neck Jean Valjean in bewilderment strained her wildly to his breast it almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back thanks father said Cosette this enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean he gently removed corsets arms and took his hat well said Cosette I leave you Madame they are waiting for you and from the threshold he added I have said that to you tell your husband that this shall not happen again pardon me Jean Valjean quitted the room leaving Cosette stupefied at his enigmatical farewell chapter two another step backwards on the following day at the same hour jean valjean came Cosette asked him no questions was no longer astonished no longer exclaimed that she was cold no longer spoke of the drawing-room she avoided saying either father or Monsieur Jean she allowed herself to be addressed as you she allowed herself to be called Madame only her joy had undergone a certain dim you nishan she would have been sad if sadness had been possible to her it is probable that she had had with Marius one of those conversations in which the beloved man says what he pleases explains nothing and satisfies the beloved woman the curiosity of lovers does not extend very far beyond their own love the lower room had made a little toilet Basque had suppressed the bottles and nickel at the spiders all the days which followed brought jean valjean at the same hour he came every day because he had not the strength to take Marius as words otherwise than literally Marius arranged matters so as to be absent at the hours when Jean Valjean came the house grew accustomed to the novel ways of mr. Foshee le monde Toussaint helped in this direction Monsieur has always been like that she repeated the grandfather issued this decree he's an original and all was said moreover at the age of 96 no bond is any longer possible all is merely juxtaposition a newcomer is in the way there is no longer any room all habits are acquired be sure Fauchelevent Monsieur Le Monde fothergilla new Monde asked nothing better than to be relieved from that gentleman he added nothing is more common than those originals they do all sorts of queer things they have no reason the Marquis de kanopolis was still worse he bought a palace that he might Lodge in the garret these are fantastic appearances that people affect no one caught a glimpse the sinister foundation and moreover who could have guessed such a thing there are marshes of this description in India where the water seems extraordinary in explicable rippling though there is no wind and agitated where it should be calm one gazes at the surface of these causeless evolutions one does not perceive the Hydra which crawls on the bottom many men have a secret monster in this same manner a dragon which gnaws them a despair which inhabits their night such a man resembles other men he goes and comes no one knows that he bears with him a frightful parasitic pain with a thousand teeth which lives within the unhappy man and of which he is dying no one knows that this man is a gulf he is stagnant but deep from time to time a trouble of which the onlooker understands nothing appears on his surface a mysterious wrinkle is formed then vanishes then reappears as air bubbles rise and bursts it is the breathing of the unknown beasts certain strange habits arriving at the hour when other people are taking their leave keeping in the background when other people are displaying themselves preserving on all occasions what may be designated as the wall colored mantel seeking the solitary walk preferring the deserted street avoiding any share in conversation avoiding crowds and festivals seeming at ones ease and living poorly having ones key in one's pocket and ones candle are the porters Lodge however rich one may be entering by the side door ascending the private staircase all these insignificant singularities fugitive folks on the surface often proceed from a formidable foundation many weeks passed in this manner a new life gradually took possession of cassette the relations which marriage creates visits the care of the house pleasures great matters cassettes pleasures were not costly they consisted in one thing being with marius the greater the great occupation of her life was to go out with him to remain with him it was for them a joy that was always fresh to go out arm and arm in the face of the Sun in the open street without hiding themselves before the whole world both of them completely alone Cosette had one vexation Toussaint could not get on with Nicolette thus altering of two elderly maids being impossible and she went away the grandfather was well marius argued a case here and there and gala naman peacefully led that life aside which suffice for her beside the new household john Valjean came every day the address as they'll disappeared the you the madam the miss Eugene rendered him another person a cassette the care which he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding she became more and more gay and less and less tender yet she still loved him sincerely and he felt it one day she said to him suddenly you used to be my father you are no longer my father you were my uncle you are no longer my uncle you were mature wash of all you are Jean who are you then I don't like all this if I did not know how good you are I should be afraid of you he still lived in the Rue de l'homme Armand because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where cost that dwelt at first he only remained a few minutes with Cosette and then went away little by little he acquired the habit of making his visits less brief one would have said that he was taking advantage of the authorisation of the days which were lengthening he arrived earlier and departed later one day coz that chance to say father to him a flash of joy illuminated Jean Valjean's melancholy old countenance he caught her up say Jean Oh truly she replied with a burst of laughter Monsieur Jean that is right said he and he turned aside so that she might not see wipe his eyes and of book 8 chapters 1 & 2 reading by Joyce Martin chapters 3 & 4 of book 8 of lamby's are our 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 lamb isadora vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hopgood book 8th chapter 3 they recall the garden of the Roopa may this was the last time after that last flash of light complete extinction ensued no more familiarity no more good morning with a kiss Nevermore that word so profoundly sweet my father he was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happiness's one after the other and he had this sorrow that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail the eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar in short it's suffice for him to have an apparition of Cosette every day his whole life was concentrated in that one hour he seated himself close to her he gazed at her in silence or he talked to her of years gone by of her childhood of the convent of her little friends of those bygone days one afternoon it was on one of those early days in April already warm and fresh the moment of the sun's great gaiety the gardens which surrounded the windows of Marius and Cosette felt the emotion of waking the Hawthorn was on the point of budding a jeweled garniture of gillyflower spread over the ancient walls snapdragons yawned through the crevices of the stones amid the grass there was a charming beginning of daisies and cups the white butterflies of the year were making their first appearance the wind that minstrel of the eternal wedding was trying in the trees the first notes of that grand auroral symphony which the old poets called the springtime Marius said to Cosette we said that we would go back to take a look at our garden in the rural ma let us go thither we must not be ungrateful in a way they flitted like – swallows toward the spring this garden of the rue plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn they already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love the house in the rue plumbing held on a lease still belonged to Cosette they went to that garden and that house there they found themselves again there they forgot themselves that evening at the usual hour Jean Valjean came to the Rood to feel Duke of E air Madame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned Bossk said to him he seated himself in silence and waited an hour Cosette did not return he departed with drooping head Cosette was so intoxicated with her walk to their garden and so joyous at having lived a whole day in her past that she talked of nothing else on the morrow she did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean in what way did you go hither Jean Valjean asked her on foot and how did you return in a hackney carriage for sometimes Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people he was troubled by it Marius economy was severe and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean he hazarded a query why do you not have a carriage of your own a pretty coupe would only cost you five hundred francs a month you are rich I don't know reply Cosette it is like to isang resumed Jean Valjean she is gone you have not replaced her why nicholette suffices but you ought to have a maid have I not Marius you ought to have a house of your own your own servants a carriage a box of the theater there's nothing to find for you why not profit by your riches wealth adds to happiness Cosette made no reply Jean Valjean's visits were not abridged for from it when it is the heart which is slipping one does not halt on the downward slope when Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour he sang the praises of Marius he pronounced him handsome noble courageous witty elephant good Cosette outdid him Jean Valjean began again they were never weary Marius that words so inexhaustible those six letters contained volumes in this manner Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time it was so sweet to see Cosette to forget by her side it alleviated his wounds he frequently happened that Vasc came twice to announce Monsieur Gillan Amnon sensed me to remind Madame Lebrun that dinner is served on those days Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return how was there than any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which has presented itself to the mind of Marius was John Valjean really a crystallis who would persists and who would come to visit his butterfly one day he remained still longer than usual on the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth hello he thought no fire and he furnished the explanation for himself it is perfectly simple it is April the cold weather has ceased heavens how cold it is here exclaimed Cosette when she entered why no said Jean Valjean was it you who told boss not to make a fire then yes since we are now in the month of May but we have a fire until June what is needed all the year in this cellar I thought that a fire was unnecessary that is like one of your ideas retorted Cosette on the following day there was a fire but the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door what is the meaning of this thought Jean Valjean he went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth this fire lighted once more encouraged him however he prolonged the conversation even beyond its customary limits as he rose to take his leave Cosette said to him my husband said a queer thing to me yesterday what was it he said to me Cosette we have an income of 30000 27 that you own and three that my grandfather gives me I replied that makes 30 he went on would you have the courage to live on the 3000 I answered yes so nothing provided it was with you and then I asked why do you say that to me he replied I wanted to know Jean Valjean found not a word to answer Cosette probably expected some explanation from him he listened in gloomy silence he went back to the Rue de l'homme he was so deeply absorbed that he mistook the door and instead of entering his own house he entered the adjoining dwelling it was only after having ascended nearly two stories that he perceived his error and went down again his mind was swarming with conjectures it was evident that Marius had his doubts as to the origin of the 600,000 francs that he feared some source that was not pure who knows that he had even perhaps discovered that the money came from him Jean Valjean that he hesitated before the suspicious fortune and was disinclined to take it as his own preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean moreover Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door on the following day he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room the armchairs had disappeared there was not a single chair of any sort ah what's this exclaim Cosette as she entered no chairs where are the armchairs they are no longer here replied Jean Valjean this is too much Jean Valjean stammered it was I who told bas to remove them and your reason I have only a few minutes to stay today a brief stay is no reason for remaining standing I think that vos needed the chairs for the drawing-room why you have company this evening no doubt we expect no one Jean Valjean had not another word to say Cosette shrugged her shoulders to have the chairs carried off the other day you had the fire put out how hard you are ed you murmured Jean Valjean he did not say adieu Cosette but he had not the strength to say adieu Madame he went away utterly overwhelmed this time he had understood on the following day he did not come Cosette only observed the fact in the evening why said she Monsieur Jean has not been here today and she felt a slight twinge at her heart but she hardly perceived it being immediately diverted by a kiss for Marius on the following day he did not come Cosette paid no heed to this past her evening and slept well that night as usual and thought of it only when she woke she was so happy she speedily dispatched Nicollet to Monsieur Jones house to inquire whether he were ill and why he had not come on the previous evening Nicolette brought back the reply of monsieur jean that he was not ill he was busy he would come soon as soon as he was able moreover he was on the point of taking a little journey Madame must remember that it was his custom to take trips from time to time they were not to worry about him they were not to think of him nicholette on entering Monsieur Jones had repeated to him her mistress's very words that Madame had sent her to inquire why Monsieur Jean bad not come on the preceding evening it is two days since I had been there said Jean Valjean gently but the remark passed unnoticed by Nicola who did not report it to Cosette chapter 4 attraction and extinction during the last months of spring in the first months of summer in 1833 the rare pairs of eye in the Marius the petty shopkeepers the loungers on thresholds noticed an old man neatly clad in black who emerged every day at the same hour toward night's fall from the rue de la Mar on the side of the Rue st. Croix debe tener passed in front of the blocks Monto gained the root culture of Santa Catherine and on arriving at the Rue de la sharp turned to the left and entered the Rue Saint Louie there he walked at a slow pace with his head strained forward seeing nothing hearing nothing his eye amove ibly fixed on a point which seemed to be a star to him which never varied and which was no other than the corner of the Rue de field to curb air the nearer he approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up a sort of joy illuminated his pupils like an inward Aurora he had a fascinated and much affected air his lips indulged in obscure movements as though he were talking to someone whom he did not see he smiled vaguely and advanced as slowly as possible one would have said that while desirous of reaching his destination he feared the moment when he should be close at hand when only a few houses remained between him and that street which appeared to attract him his pace slackened to such a degree that at times one might have thought that he was no longer advancing at all the vacillation of his head and the fixity of his eyeball suggested the thought of the magnetic needle seeking the pole when every time he spent on arriving he was obliged to arrive at last he reached the rue de filet de colbert then he halted he trembled he thrust his head with a sort of melancholy timidity round the corner of the last house and gazed into the street and there wasn't that tragic look something which resembled the dazzling impossible and the reflection from a paradise that was close to him then a tear which had slowly gathered in the corner of his lids and had become large enough to fall trickled down his cheek and sometimes stopped at his mouth the old man tasted its bitter flavor thus he remained for several minutes as though made of stone then he returned by the same road and with the same step and in proportion as he retreated his glance died out little by little this old man ceased to go as far as the corner of the roof fill a DeKalb ere he halted halfway in the rue saint-louis sometimes a little further off sometimes a little nearer one day he stopped at the corner of the Rue culture st. Catherine and looked at the Rue de fer later Colbert from a distance then he shook his head slowly from left to right as they're refusing himself something and retraced his steps soon he no longer came as far as the rue saint-louis he got as far as the rue polly shook his head and turned back then he went no further than the Rue des twelve Pahlavi all then he did not overstep the Blanc Manto one would have said that he was a pendulum which was no longer wound up and whose oscillations were growing shorter before ceasing altogether every day he emerged from his house at the same hour he undertook the same trip but he no longer completed it and perhaps without himself being aware of the fact he constantly shortened it his whole countenance expressed this single idea what is the use his eye was dim no more radiance his tears were also exhausted they no longer collected in the corner of his eyelid that thoughtful I was dry the old man's head was still craned forward his chin moved at times the folds in his gaunt neck were painful to behold sometimes when the weather was bad he had an umbrella under his arm but he never opened it the good women of a quarter said he is an innocent the children followed him and left end of book eight chapters three and four recording by Joyce Martin chapters one two three of book ninth of lemmas Roth 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 Joyce Martin lamb is a dog vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 9th supreme shadow supreme dawn chapter 1 pity for the unhappy but indulgence for the happy it is a terrible thing to be happy how content one is how all-sufficient one finds it how being in possession of the false subject of life happiness one forgets the true object duty let us say however that the reader would do wrong were he to blame Marius Marius as we have explained it before his marriage had put no questions to measure of false show ball and since that time he had feared to put any to John Valjean he had regretted the promise into which he had allowed himself to be drawn he had often said to himself but he had done wrong in making that concession to despair he had confined himself to gradually estranging Jean Valjean from his house and to it facing him as much as possible from cosets mind he had in a manner always placed himself between Cosette and Jean Valjean be sure that in this way she would not perceive nor think of the ladder it was more than a Faceman it wasn't eclipse Marius did when he considered necessary and just he thought that he had serious reasons which the reader had already seen and others which will be seen later on for getting rid of Valjean without harshness but without weakness chance having ordained that he should encounter in a case which he had argued a former employee of the Lafitte establishment he had acquired mysterious information without seeking it which he had not been able it is true to probe out of respect for the secret which he had promised to guard and out of consideration for Jean Valjean perilous position he believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to perform the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to someone he saw with all possible discretion in the meanwhile he abstained from touching that money ask for Cosette she had not been initiated into any of these secrets but it would be harsh to condemn her also there existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism which caused her to do instinctively and almost mechanically what Marius wished she was conscious of Marius as will in the direction of Monsieur shawl she conformed to it her husband had not been obliged to say anything to her she yielded to the vague but clear pressure of his tacit intentions and obeyed blindly her obedience in this instance consisted in not remembering what Marius forgot she was not obliged to make any effort to accomplish this without her knowing why herself and without his having any cause to accuse her of it her soul had become so wholly her husband's that that which was shrouded in gloom in Marius his mind became overcast in hers let us not go too far however in what concerns John Valjean this forgetfulness and obliteration were merely superficial she was rather heedless than forgetful at bottom she was sincerely attached to the man whom she had so long called her father but she loved her husband still more dearly this was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of her heart which leaned to one side only it sometimes happened that Cosette spoke of Jean Valjean and expressed her surprise then Marius calmed her he is absent I think did not he say that he was setting out on a journey that is true thought Cosette he had a habit of disappearing in this fashion but not for so long two or three times she dispatched Nicolette to inquire in the Rue de La MaMa whether Monsieur Jean had returned from his journey Jean Valjean caused the answer no to be given Cosette asking nothing more since she had but one need on earth Marius let us also say that on their side Cosette and Marius had also been absent they had been to run all Marius had taken Cosette to his father's grave Marius gradually won Cosette away from Jean Valjean Cosette allowed it moreover that which is called far too harshly in certain cases the ingratitude of children is not always the things are deserving a reproach as it is supposed it is the ingratitude of nature nature as we have elsewhere said looks before her nature divides living beings into those who are arriving and those who are departing those who are departing are turned toward the shadows those who are arriving toward the light hence a gulf which is fatal on the part of the old and involuntary on the part of the young this breach at first and sensible increases slowly like all separations of branches the bowels without becoming detached from the trunk grow away from it it is no fault of theirs Youth goes where there is joy festivals vivid lights love old age goes toward the end they do not lose sight of each other but there is no longer a close connection young people feel the cooling off of life o people that of the tomb let us not blame these poor children chapter two last flickerings of a lamp without oil one day Jean Valjean descended his staircase took three steps in the street seated himself on a post on that same stone post where gob Roche had found him meditating on the night between the 5th and 6th of June he remained there are a few moments then went upstairs again this was the last oscillation of the pendulum on the following day he did not leave his apartment on the day after that he did not leave his bed his portress who prepared his scanty repasts a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed but you ate nothing yesterday poor dear man certainly I did reply jean valjean the plate is quite full look at the water jug it is empty that proves that you have drunk it does not prove that you have eaten well so John goes on what if I felt hungry only for water that is called thirst and when one does not eat at the same time it is called fever I will eat tomorrow or at Trinity Day why not today is this the thing to say I will eat tomorrow the idea of leaving my platter without even touching it my lady finger potatoes were so good Jean Valjean took the old woman's hand I promise you that I will eat them he said in his benevolent voice I am not pleased with you replied the Portus Jean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman there are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes in houses to which no one ever comes he was in one of those streets and one of those houses while he still went out he had purchased of a coppersmith for a few Sue's a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite his bed that gibbet is always good to look at a week passed and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room he still remained in bed the portrait said to her husband the good man upstairs yonder does not get up he no longer eats he will not last long that man has his sorrows that he has you won't get it out of my head that his daughter has made a bad marriage the porter replied with the tone of marital sovereignty if he's rich let him have a doctor if he's not rich let him go without if he has no doctor he will die and if he has one he will die said the porter the portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her pavement with an old knife and as she tore out the blade she grumbled it's a shame such a neat old man he's as white as a chicken she caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs it's on the second floor said she you have only to enter as the good man no longer stirs from his bed the door is always unlocked the doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him when he came down again the portress interrogated him well doctor you're sick man is very ill indeed what is the matter with him everything and nothing he is a man who to all appearances has lost some person who is dear to him people die of that What did he say to you he told me that he was in good health shall you come again doctor yes replied the doctor but someone else besides must come Chapter three a pen is heavy to the man who lifted the Fauchelevent scart one evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his elbow he felt of his wrists and could not find his pulse his breath was short and halted at times he recognized the fact that he was weaker than he had ever been before then no doubt under the pressure of some supreme preoccupation he made an effort drew himself up into a sitting posture and dressed himself he put on his old working man's clothes as he no longer went out he had returned to them and preferred them he was obliged to pause many times while dressing himself merely putting his arms through his waistcoat made the perspiration trickle from his forehead since he had been alone he had placed his bed in the antechamber in order to inhabit that deserted apartment as little as possible he opened the Ballet's and drew from it cosets outfit he spread it out on his bed the bishops candlesticks were in their place on the chimney-piece he took from a drawer two wax candles and put them into candlesticks then although it was still broad daylight it was summer he lighted them in the same way candles are to be seen lighted in broad daylight in chambers where there is a corpse every step that he took in going from one piece of furniture to another exhausted him and he was obliged to sit down it was not ordinary fatigue which expends the strength only to renew it it was the remnant of all movement possible to him it was life drained which flows away drop by drop in overwhelming efforts and which will never be renewed the chair into which he allowed himself to fall was placed in front of that mirror so fatal for him so providential for Marius in which he had read corsets reversed writing on the blotting book he caught sight of himself in this mirror and did not recognize himself he was 80 years old before Marius marriage he would have hardly been taken for fifty that year had counted for thirty what he bore on his brow was no longer the wrinkles of age it was the mysterious mark of death the hallowing of that pitiless nail could be felt there his cheeks were pendulous the skin of his face had the color which would lead one to think that it already had earth upon it the corners of his mouth drooped as in the mask which the ancient sculptured on tombs he gazed into space with an air of reproach one would have said that he was one of those grand and tragic beings who have caused to complain of someone he was in that condition the last phase of dejection in which sorrow no longer flows it is coagulated so to speak there is something on the soul like clot of despair night had come he laborious ly dragged a table and the old armchair to the fireside and placed upon the table a pen some ink and some paper that done he had a fainting fit when he recovered consciousness he was thirsty as he could not lift the jug he tipped it over painfully toward his mouth and swallowed a drop as neither the pen nor the ink had been used for a long time the point of the pen had curled up the ink had dried away he was forced to rise and put a few drops of water in the ink which he did not accomplish without pausing and sitting down two or three times and he was compelled to write with the back of the pen he wiped his brow from time to time then he turned toward the bed and still seated for he could not stand he gazed at the little black gown and all those beloved objects these contemplations lasted for hours which seemed minutes all at once he shivered he felt that a child was taking possession of him he rested his elbows on the table which was illuminated by the bishops candles and took up the pen his hand trembled he wrote slowly the few following lines Cosette I bless thee I am going to explain to thee thy husband was right in giving me to understand that I ought to go away but there is a little error in what he believed though he was in the right he is excellent love him well even after I am dead Monsieur Pontmercy love my darling child well Cosette this paper will be found this is what I wish to say to thee thou wilt see the figures if I have the strength to recall them listen well this money is really line here is the whole matter while jet comes from Norway black jet comes from England black glass jewelry comes from Germany jet is the lightest the most precious the most costly imitations can be made in France as well as in Germany what is needed is a little anvil two inches square and a lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax the wax was formerly made with resin and Lant black and cost four leaves the pound I invented a way of making it with gum shellac and turpentine it did not cost more than 30 sous and is much better buckles are made with a violet glass which is stuck fast by means of this wax to a little framework of black iron the glass must be violet for iron jewellery and black for gold jewellery Spain buys a great deal of it it is the country of jet here he paused the Penton fell from his fingers he was seized by one of those sobs which at times welled up from the very depths of his being the poor man clasped his head in both hands and meditated oh he exclaimed within himself lamentable cries heard by God alone all is over I shall never see her more she is a smile which passed over me I am about to plunge into the night without even seeing her again Oh one minute one instant to hear her voice to touch her dress to gaze upon her upon her the angel and then to die it is nothing to die what is frightful is to die without seeing her she would smile on me she would say a word to me would that do any harm to anyone no all is over and forever Here I am all alone my God my god I shall never see her again at that moment there came a knock at the door end of chapters one through three of book nights recording by Joyce Martin chapter four of book ninth of Lamia 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 their misery valium five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book ninth chapter for a bottle of ink which only succeeded in whitening that same day or so to speak more accurately that same evening as Marius left the table and was on the point of withdrawing to his study having a case to look over Bosque handed him a letter saying the person who wrote the letter is in the antechamber Cosette had taken the grandfather's arm and was strolling in the garden a letter like a man may have an unprepossessing exterior coarse paper coarsely folded the very sight of certain misses of displeasing the letter which bas had brought was of this sort Marius took it it smelled of tobacco nothing evokes a memory like an odour Mari has recognized that tobacco he looked at the superscription to Monsieur Monsieur Le Baron Pontmercy at his hotel the recognition of the tobacco caused him to recognize the writing as well it may be said that amazement has its lightning flashes Marius was as it were illuminated by one of those flashes the sense of smell that mysterious aid to memory had just revived a whole world within him it was certainly the paper the fashion of folding the doll hint of ink it was certainly the well-known Henry especially was it the same tobacco the Jean Drac Garrett rose before his mind thus strange freak of chance one of the two scents which he had so diligently sought the one in connection with which he had lately again exerted so many efforts and which he supposed to be forever lost had come and presented itself to him of its own accord he eagerly broke the seal and read monsieur le bal if the supreme being had given me the talents i might have been baron canard member of the institute academy of sciences but i am not i only bear the same as him happy if this memory recommends me to the excellence of your kindnesses the benefit with which you will honor me will be reciprocal i am in possession of a secret concerning an individual this individual concerns you i hold the secret at your disposal desiring to have the honor to be useful to you i will furnish you with the simple means of driving from your honorable family that individual who has no right there Madame LeBaron being of lofty birth the sanctuary of virtue cannot cohabit longer with crime without abdicating I await in the antechamber of the orders of Monsieur LeBaron with respect the letter was signed in thin art this signature was not false it was merely a trifle abridged moreover the rigmarole and the orthography completed the revelation a certificate of origin was complete Marius says emotion was profound after a start of surprise he underwent a feeling of happiness if he could now but find the other man of whom he was in search the man who had saved him Marius there would be nothing luck for him to desire he opened the door of his secretary took out several banknotes put them in his pocket closed the secretary again and rang the bell Bossk half opened the door show the man in San Marius busk announced Monsieur Denard man entered a fresh surprise for marius the man who entered was an utter stranger to him this man who was old moreover had a thick nose his chin swathed in a cravat green spectacles with a double screen of green taffeta over his eyes and his hair was plastered and flattened down on his brow on a level with his eyebrows like the wigs of english coachman in highlight his hair was grey he was dressed in black from head to foot in garments that were very threadbare but clean a bunch of seals depending from his FAFSA jested the idea of a watch he held in his hand an old hat he walked in a bent attitude and the curve in his final mented the profundity of his bow the first thing that struck the observer was that this person had his coat which was too ample although carefully buttoned had not been made for him here a short tigresa becomes necessary there was in Paris at that epoch in a low-lived old lodging in the rue butrell as' near the Arsenal an ingenious Jew whose profession was to change villains into honest men not for too long which might have proved embarrassing for the villain the change was on sight for a day or two at the rate of 30 Sue's a day by means of a costume which resembled the honesty of the world in general as nearly as possible this costumer was called the changer the pickpockets of Paris had given him this name and knew him by no other he had a tolerably complete wardrobe the rags with which he tricked out people were almost probable he had specialties and categories on each nail of his shop hung a social status threadbare and worn here the suit of a magistrate there the outfit of a curiae beyond the output of a banker in one corner the costume of a retired military man elsewhere the Havilah months of a man of letters then further on the dress of a statesman this creature was the customer of the immense drama which knavery plays in Paris his lair was the green room whence submerged and into which Ruger II retreated a tattered name arrived at this dressing room deposited his 30 suits and selected according to the part which he wished to play the costume which suited him and on descending the stairs once more the nave was a somebody on the following day the clothes were faithfully returned and the changer who trusted the thieves with everything was never robbed there was one inconvenience about these clothes they did not fit not having been made for those who wore them they were too tight for one too loose for another and did not adjust themselves to anyone every pickpocket who exceeded or fell short of the human average was ill at his ease in the changers costumes it was necessary that one should not be either too fat or too lean the changer had foreseen only ordinary men he had taken the measure of the species from the first ask o who came to hand who is neither stout nor thin neither tall nor short hence adaptations which were sometimes difficult and from which the changers clients extricated themselves as best they might so much the worse for the exceptions the suit of the statesman for instance black from head to foot and consequently proper would have been too large for pit and too small for Castillo Cecilia the custom of statesmen was designated as follows in the changers catalog we copy a coat of black cloth trousers of black wool a silk waistcoat boots and linen on the margin there stood ex-ambassador and a note which we also copy in a separate box innately frizzled Farouk a green glasses seals unto small quills an inch long wrapped in cotton all this belonged to the statesman the ex ambassador this whole custom was if we may so express ourselves debilitated the seams were white a vague buttonhole yawned at one of the elbows moreover one of the coat buttons was missing on the breast but this was only detail as at the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid upon his heart its function was to conceal the absent button if Marius had been familiar with the occult institutions of Paris he would instantly have recognized upon the back of the visitor whom Bosque had just shown in the Statesmen suit borrowed from the pick me down that shop of the changer Mario says disappointment on beholding another man than the one whom he expected to see turned to the new comers disadvantaged he surveyed him from head to foot while that person is made exaggerated bowels and demanded in a curt tone what do you want the man replied in an amiable grin of which the caressing smile of a crocodile will furnish some idea it seems to me impossible that I should not have already had the honour of seeing Monsieur LeBaron in society I think I actually did meet Monsieur personally several years ago at the house of Madame de Princess bugra shawl and in the drawing rooms of his lordship the vicomte de Bray Pierre of France it is always a good bit of tactics in knavery to pretend to recognize someone whom one does not know marius paid attention to the manner of this man's speech he spied on his accent and gesture but his disappointment increased the pronunciation was nasal and absolutely unlike the dry shrill tone which he had expected he was utterly routed I know neither Madame bhagwate nor Monsieur de Bray said he I have never set foot in the house of either of them in my life the reply was ungracious the parson is determined to be gracious at any cost insisted then it must have been at Chateaubriand that I have seen Monsieur I know she took me on very well he is very affable he sometimes says to me canard my friend won't you drink a glass of wine with me Marius his brow grew more and more severe I have never had the honor of being received by monsieur de chateaubriand let us cut it short what do you want the man bowed lower at that harsh voice miss your liberal deign to listen to me there is in America in a district near Panama a village called La Joya that village is composed of a single house a large square house of three stories built a bricks dried in the Sun each side of the square 500 feet in length each story retreating 12 feet back of the story below in such a manner as to leave in front a terrace which makes the circus of the edifice in the center an inner Court where the provisions and munitions are kept no windows loopholes no doors ladders ladders to mount from the ground to the first terrace and from the first to the second and from the second to the third bladders to descend to the inner court no doors to the chambers trapdoors no staircases to the chambers ladders in the evening the traps are closed the letters are withdrawn carbines and blunderbusses trained from the loopholes no means of entering a house by day a citadel by night 800 inhabitants that is the village why so many precautions because the country is dangerous it is full of cannibals then why do people go there because the country is marvelous gold is found there what are you driving at interrupted Marius who had passed from disappointment to impatience at this Monsieur LeBaron I am an old and weary diplomat ancient civilization has thrown me on my own devices I want to try savages well Monsieur Le Baron egotism is the law of the world the proletarian peasant woman who toils by the day turns round when the diligence passes by the peasant proprietress who toils in her field does not turn around the dog of the poor man barks at the rich man the dog of the rich man barks of the poor man each one for himself self-interest that's the object of men gold that's the lodestone what then finish I should like to go and establish myself at La Joya there are three of us I have my spouse and my young lady a very beautiful girl the journey is long and costly I need a little money what concern is that of mine demanded Marius the stranger stretched his neck out of his kavaja a gesture characteristic of the vulture and replied with an Augmented smile has not Monsieur LeBron perused to my letter there was some truth in this the fact is that the contents of the Epistle had slipped maurices mind he had seen the writing rather than read the letter he could hardly recall it but a moment ago a fresh start had been given him he had noted that detail my spouse and my young lady he fixed a penetrating glance at the stranger an examining judge could not have done the look better he almost lay in wait for him he can find himself to replying state the case precisely the stranger inserted his two hands in both his father's drew himself up without straightening his dorsal column but scrutinizing Marius in his turn with the green gaze of his spectacles so be it mr. LeBron I will be precise I have a secret to sell to you a secret a secret which concerns me somewhat what is the secret Maya scrutinized the man more and more as he listened to him I commenced gratis said the stranger you will see that I am interesting speak monsieur lebron you have in your house a thief and an assassin marius shuddered in my house no said he the imperturbable stranger brushed his hat with his elbow and went on an assassin and a thief remarked Monsieur LeBron that I do not hear speak of ancient deeds deeds of the past which have lapsed which can be in face by limitation before the law and by repentance before God I speak of recent deeds of actual facts are still unknown to justice at this hour I continued this man has insinuated himself into your confidence and almost into your family under a false name I am about to tell you his real name and to tell it to you for nothing I'm listening his name is Jean Valjean I know it I am going to tell you equally for nothing who he is seong he is an ex-convict I know it you know it since I've had the honor of telling you no I know it before Marius is cold tone that double reply of I know it his lock honest ISM which was not favorable to dialogue stirred up some smoldering wrath in the stranger he launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius which was instantly extinguished rapid as it was this glance was of the kind which a man recognizes when he has once beheld it it did not escape Marius certain flashes can only proceed from certain souls the eye that vent hole of the thought glows with it spectacles hid nothing try putting a pane of glass over hell the stranger resumed with a smile I will not permit myself to contradict Monsieur Le Baron in any case you ought to perceive that I am well informed now what I have to tell you is known to myself alone this concerns the fortune of Madame LeBron it is an extraordinary secret it is for sale I make you the first offer of it cheap twenty thousand francs I know that secret as well as the others said Marius the personage felt the necessity of lowering his price a trifle Monsieur liberum say ten thousand francs and I will speak I repeat to you that there is nothing which you can tell me I know what you wish to say to me a fresh flash gleamed in the man's eye he exclaimed but I must dine today never less it is an extraordinary secret I tell you Monsieur LeBron I will speak I speak give me twenty francs Marius gazed intently at him I know your extraordinary secret just as I knew John Val John's name just as I know your name my name yes that is not difficult mr. lebarron I had the honour to write to you and to tell it to you the nard dear Hey thénardier who's that in danger the porcupine bristles up the Beatle faints death the old guard forms in a square this man burst into laughter then he flicked a grin of dust from the sleeve of his coat with a philip marius continued you are also Jean drat the work man babban toh the comedian again flow the poet Don Alvarez a Spaniard and Mistress villas our mistress what and you kept a pot-house of mantra Mille a pot-house never and I tell you that your name is Turner dare I deny it and that you are a rascal hear and Mario's drew a banknote from his pocket and flung it in his face Thanks pardon me 500 francs Monsieur Le Baron and the man overcome bowed seized the note and examined it 500 francs he began again taken aback and he stammered in a low voice an honest Rustler then brusque ly well so be it he exclaimed let us put ourselves at our ease and with the agility of a monkey flinging back his hair tearing off his spectacles and withdrawing from his nose by sleight of hand the two quills of which mention was recently made and which the reader has also met with on another page of this book he took off his face as the man takes off his hat his eye lighted up his uneven brow with hollows in some places and bumps and others hideously wrinkled at the top was laid bare his nose had become as sharp as a beak the fierce and sagacious profile of the mane of prey reappeared mr. lebarron is ineffable he said in a clear voice when sole nasal twang had disappeared I am thin 'dear and he straightened up his crooked back fen our da for it was really he was strangely surprised he would have been troubled had he been capable of such a thing he had come to bring astonishment and it was he who had received it this humiliation had been worth five hundred francs to him and taking it all in all he accepted it but he was nonetheless bewildered he beheld this Baron Pontmercy for the first time and in spite of his disguise this Baron Pontmercy recognized him and recognized him thoroughly and not only was this Baron perfectly informed as to thin Adair but he seemed well posted as to Jean Valjean who was this almost beardless young man who was so glacial and so generous who knew people's names he knew all their names and who opened his purse to them who bullied Rascals like a judge and who paid them like a Duke darn I dare the reader will remember although he had been Marius his neighbor had never seen him which is not unusual in Paris he had formerly in a vague way heard his daughter's talk of a very poor young man named Marius who lived in the house he had written to him without knowing him the letter with which the reader is acquainted no connection between that Marius and Monsieur Le Baron Pontmercy was possible in his mind as for the name Pontmercy it will be recalled that on the battlefield of Waterloo he had only heard the last two syllables for which he always entertained the legitimate scorn which one owes to what is merely an expression of thanks however through his daughter zelma who had started on the scent of the married pair on the 16th of February and through his own personal researches he had succeeded in learning many things and from the depths of his own gloom he had contrived to grasp more than one mysterious clue he had discovered by dint of industry or at least by dint of induction he had guessed who the man was whom he had encountered on a certain day in the Grand sewer from the man he had easily reached the name he knew that Madame labonne Pontmercy was Cosette but he meant to be discreet in that quarter who was Cosette he did not know exactly himself he did indeed catch an inkling of a legitimacy the history of Fantine had always seemed to him equivocal but what was the use of talking about that in order to cause himself to be paid for his silence he had or thought he had better wares than that for sale and according to all appearances if he were to come and make to the Baron Pontmercy his revelation and without proof your wife is a bastard the only result would be to attract the boot of the husband toward the loins of the revealer from thern Adair's point of view the conversation with Marius had not yet begun he ought to have drawn back to have modified his strategy to have abandoned his position to have changed his front but nothing essential had been compromised as yet then he had 500 francs in his pocket moreover he had something decisive to say and even against this very well-informed and well-armed by Ron Pontmercy he felt himself strong for men of fen Adair's nature every dialogue is a combat in the one in which he was about to engage what was in his situation he did not know to whom he was speaking but he did know of what he was speaking he made this rapid review of his inner forces and after having said I am then our dare he waited Marius had become thoughtful so he had hold of thinner dare at last that man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him he could honor Colonel Pont Mercy's recommendation he felt humiliated that the hero should have owned anything to this villain and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb by his father upon him Marius had been protested up to that day it also seemed to him in the complex state of his mind toward thorn Adair that there was occasion to avenge the colonel for the misfortune of having been saved by such a rascal in any case he was content he was about to deliver the Colonel's shade from this unworthy creditor at last and it seemed to him that he was on the point of rescuing his father's memory from the debtors prison by the side of this duty there was another to lucid 8 if possible the source of cosets fortune the opportunity appeared to present itself perhaps Thurn Adair knew something it might prove useful to see the bottom of this man he commenced with this their nadir had caused the honest Rustler to disappear in his fob and was gazing at Marius with a gentleness that was almost tender Marius broke the silence thinner dare I have told you your name now would you like to have me tell you your secret the one that you came here to reveal to me I have information in my own also you shall see that I know more about it than you do Jean Valjean as you have said is an assassin and a thief a thief because he robbed a wealthy manufacturer whose ruin he brought about an assassin because he assassinated police agent Javert I don't understand sir ejaculated Bernard ere I will make myself intelligible in a certain hour on too smart of the pas-de-calais there was in 1822 a man who had fallen out with justice and who under the name of Monsieur Madeleine had regained his status and rehabilitated himself this man had become a just man in the full force of the term in a trade the manufacturer of black glass goods he had made the fortune of an entire city as far as his personal fortune was concerned he made that also but as a secondary matter and in some sort by accident he was the foster father of the poor he founded hospitals open schools visited the sick dowered young girls supported widows and adopted orphans he was like the guardian angel of the country he refused the cross he was appointed mayor a liberated convict knew the secret of a penalty incurred by this man in former days he denounced him and had him arrested and profited by the arrest to come to Paris and cause the banker in Lafitte I have the fact from the cashier himself by means of a false signature to hand over to him the sum of over half a million which belonged to Monsieur Madeleine this convict who robbed Monsieur Madeleine was Jean Valjean as for the other fact you have nothing to tell me about it either Jean Valjean killed the agent Joubert he shot him with a pistol I the person who is speaking to you was present Karuna dare cast upon marius the sovereign glance of a conquered man who lays his hand once more upon the victory and who has just regained in one instant all the ground which he has lost but the smile returned instantly the inferiors triumph in the presence of his superior must be wheedling Verna Derick contented himself with saying to marius mr. lebarron we are on the wrong track and he emphasized this face by making his bunch of seals execute an expressive whirl what brook fourth marius do you dispute that these are facts they are shimmer oz the confidence with which Monsieur LeBron honors me renders it my duty to tell him so truth and justice before all things I do not like to see folks accused unjustly Monsieur Le Baron Jean Valjean did not rob Monsieur Madeleine and Jean Valjean did not kill Javert this is too much how is this for two reasons what are they speak this is the first he did not rob Monsieur Madeleine because it is Jean Valjean himself who is Monsieur Madeleine what tale are you telling me and this is the second he did not assassinate Javert because of the person who killed a bear was Javert what do you mean to say that Javert committed suicide prove it prove it cried Marius beside himself sir nadir resumed scanning his phrase after the manner of the ancient alexandrine measure police agent Javert was found drowned under a boat of the Pont au Shan but prove it Serna dare drew from his pocket a large envelope of grey paper which seemed to contain sheets folded in different sizes I have my papers he said calmly and he added Monsieur Lebrun in your interest I desired to know Jean Valjean thoroughly I say that Jean Valjean and Monsieur Madeleine are one and the same man and I say that Javert had no other assassin Javert if I speak it is because I have proofs not manuscript proofs writing is suspicious handwriting is complacent but printed proofs as he spoke through nadir extracted from the envelope two copies of newspapers yellow faded and strongly saturated with tobacco one of these two newspapers broken at every fold and falling into rags seemed too much older than the other two facts two proofs remark sir nadir then he offered the two newspapers unfolded to Marius the reader is acquainted with these two papers one of the most ancient a number of the drop o block of the 25th of July 1823 the text of which can be seen in the first volume established the identity of Monsieur Madeleine and Jean Valjean the other a monitor of the 15th of June 1832 announced the suicide of Javert adding that it appeared from a verbal report of Javert to the prefect that having been taken prisoner in the barricade of the Rood – shall be ere he had owed his life to the magnin enemy of an insurgent who holding him under his pistol had fired into the air instead of blowing out his brains Marius read he had evidence a certain date irrefragable proof these two newspapers had not been printed expressly for the purpose of backing up fern Adair statements the note printed in the Mon tier had been an administrative communication from the prefecture of police Marius could not doubt the information of the cashier clerk had been false and he himself had been deceived Jean Valjean who had suddenly grown grande emerged from his cloud Marius could not repress a cry of joy well then this unhappy wretch is an admirable man the whole of that fortune really belonged to him he is Madeleine the providence of a whole countryside he is Jean Valjean Javert savior he is a hero he is a saint he is not a saint and he's not a hero so today he's an assassin and a robber and he added in the ton of a man who begins to feel that he possesses some authority let us become robber assassin those words which Marius thought had disappeared in which returned fell upon him like an ice cold shower bath again said he always ejaculated thrown I dare Jean Valjean did not rob Medellin but he is a thief he did not kill Joe Barrett but he is a murderer will you speak retorted Marius of that miserable theft committed 40 years ago and expiated as your own newspapers proved by a whole life of repentance and of self-abnegation and of virtue I say assassin and thief Monsieur Le Baron I repeat that I am speaking of actual facts what I have to reveal to you is absolutely unknown it belongs to unpublished matter and perhaps you will find it in the source of the fortune so skillfully presented to Madame labonne by Jean Valjean I say skilfully because by a gift of that nature it would not be so very unskillful to slip into an honourable house whose comforts one would then share and at the same stroke to conceal one's crime and to enjoy once theft to bury one's name and to create for oneself a family I might interrupt you at this point said Marius but go on Monsieur Le Baron I tell you all leaving the recompense to your generosity this secret is worth massive gold you will say to me why do not you apply to Jean Valjean for a very simple reason I know that he has stripped himself and stripped himself in your favour and I considered a combination ingenious but he has no longer a son he would show me his empty hands and since I am in need of some money for my trip to La Joya I prefer you you who will have it all to him who has nothing I am a little fatigued permit me to take a chair Marius seated himself emotion to him to do the same turn Adair installed himself on a tufted chair picked up his two newspapers thrust them back into their envelope and murmured as he pecked at the drop Oh block with his nail it cost me a good deal of trouble to get this one that done he crossed his legs and stretched himself out on the back of the chair an attitude characteristic of people who are sure of what they are saying then he entered upon his subject gravely emphasizing his words mr. lebarron on the 6th of June 1832 about a year ago on the day of the insurrection a man was in the Grand sewer of Paris at the point where the sewer enters the scene between the Pont de invalids and the Pont de Chien ah Marius abruptly drew his chair closer to that of thern Adair Turner Adair noticed this movement and continued with the deliberation of an orator who holds his interlocutor and who feels his adversary palpitating under his words this man forced to conceal himself and for reasons moreover which are foreign to politics had adopted the sewer as his domicile and had a key to it it was I repeat on the 6th of June it might have been 8 o'clock in the evening the man hears a noise in the sewer greatly surprised he hides himself and lies in wait it was the sound of footsteps someone was walking in the dark and coming in his direction strange to say there was another man in the sewer beside himself the grating of the outlet from the sewer was not far off a little light which fell through it permitted him to recognize the newcomer and to see that the man was carrying something on his back he was walking in a bent attitude the man who was walking in a bent attitude was an ex-convict and what he was dragging on his shoulders was a corpse assassination caught in the very act if ever there was such a thing as for the theft that is understood one does not kill a man gratis this convict was on his way to fling the body into the river one fact is to be noticed that before reaching the exit grading this convict who had come a long distance in the sewer must necessarily have encountered a frightful quagmire where it seems as though he might have left the body but the sewer men found the assassinated man the very next day while at work in the quagmire and that did not suit the assassins plans he had preferred to traverse that quagmire with his burden and his exertion smushed have been terrible for it is impossible to risk one's life more completely I don't understand how he could have come out of that alive mariusz his chair approach still nearer then our dad took advantage of this to draw a long breath he went on Monsieur Le Baron a sewer is not the shopton Mars one lacks everything there even room when two men are there they must meet that is what happened the man domiciled there and the passerby were forced to bid each other good day and greatly to the regret of both the passerby said to the inhabitant you see what I have on my back I must get out you have the key give it to me that convict was a man of terrible strength there was no way of refusing now the less the man who had the key parlayed simply to gain time he examined the dead man but he could see nothing except that the latter was young well-dressed with an air of being rich and all disfigured with blood while talking the man contrived to tear and pull off behind without the assassin perceiving of it a bit of the assassinated man's coat a document for conviction you understand the means of recovering the trace of things and of bringing home the crime to the criminal he put this document for conviction in his pocket after which he opened the grating and made the man go out with his embarrassment on his back closed the grating again and ran off not caring to be mixed up with the remainder of the adventure and above all not wishing to be present when the assassin through the assassinated man into the river now you comprehend the man who was carrying the corpse was Jean Valjean the one who had the key is speaking to you at this moment and the piece of the coat sir nadara completed his phrase by drawing from his pocket and holding on a level with his eyes nipped between his two thumbs and his two forefingers a strip of torn black cloth covered with dark spots Marius had sprung to his feet pale hardly able to draw his breath with his eyes riveted on the fragment of black cloth and without uttering a word without taking his eyes from that fragment he retreated to the wall and fumbled with his right hand along the wall for a key which was in the lock of a cupboard near the chimney he found the key opened the cupboard plunged his arm into it without looking and without his frightened gaze quitting the rag which turn Adair still held out spread but thern Adair continued mr. lebarron I have the strongest of reasons for believing that the assassinated young man was an opulent stranger lured into a trap by Jean Valjean and the bearer of an enormous sum of money the young man was myself and here is the coat cried Marius and he flung upon the floor and old black coat all covered with blood then snatching the fragment from the hands of thern Adair he crouched down over the coat and laid the torn morsel against the tattered skirt the rent fitted exactly in the strip completed the coat thern Adair was petrified this is what he thought I'm struck all over heat Marius rose to his feet trembling despairing radiant he fumbled in his pocket and stalked furiously two thern Adair presenting to him and almost thrusting in his face his fist filled with banknotes for five hundred and a thousand francs you are an infamous wretch you are a liar a culminated villain you came to accuse that man you have only justified him you wanted to ruin him you have only succeeded in glorifying him and it is you who are the thief and it is you who are the assassin I saw you thern Adara Jean de Rhett in that layer in the Rudel Hospital I know enough about you to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose here are a thousand francs bully that you are and he flung a thousand franc note at thern Adair Oh Jean de return Adair vile rascal let this serve you a lesson you dealer in secondhand secrets merchants of mysteries rummager of the shadows wretch take these 500 francs and get out of here Waterloo protects you Waterloo growler nadara pocketing the 500 francs along with a thousand yes assassin you there save the life of a kernel of a general said thorn and heir elevating his head of a kernel repeated Marius in a rage I wouldn't give a ha'penny for a general and you come here to commit infamies I tell you that you have committed all crimes go disappear only be happy that is all I desire monster here we have 3000 francs more take them you will depart tomorrow for America with your daughter for your wife is dead you abominable liar I shall watch over your departure you ruffian and at that moment I will count out to you 20 thousand francs go get yourself hung elsewhere Monsieur Le Baron replied learn dare bowing to the very earth eternal gratitude and thern adair left the room understanding nothing stupefied and delighted with this sweet crushing beneath sacks of gold and with that thunder which had burst forth over his head in bank bills struck by lightning he was but he was also content and he would have been greatly angered had he not a lightning rod to ward off such lightning as that let us finish with this man at once two days after the events which we are at this moment narrating he set out thanks to Marius as care for America under a false name with his daughter as elle m'a furnished with a new draft on new york for 20,000 francs the moral wretchedness of thir nadara the bourgeois who had missed his vocation was irremediable he was in America what he had been in Europe contact with an evil man sometimes suffices to corrupt a good action and to cause evil things to spring from it with Marius as money sir nadir set up as a slave dealer as soon as thern Adair had left the house Marius rushed to the garden where Cosette was still walking Cosette Cosette he cried come come quick let us go Baskar carriage Cosette oh my god it was he who saved my life let us not lose a minute put on your shawl cuz that taught him mad and obeyed he could not breathe he laid his hand on his heart to restrain its throbbing he paced back and forth with huge strides he embraced Cosette Cosette I am an unhappy wretch said he Marius was bill wildered he begun to catch a glimpse in John Valjean of some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure an unheard-of virtue supreme and sweet humble in its immensity appeared to him the convict was transfigured into Christ Marius was dazzled by the sprockie he did not know precisely what he beheld but it was grand in an instant a hackney carriage stood in front of the door Marius help Cosette in and darted in himself driver city rue de la maman number 7 the carriage drove off uh-huh what happiness ejeculate Acosta Rue de l'homme Armand I did not dare to speak to you of that we're going to see Monsieur Jean thy father Cosette thy father more than ever Cosette I guess it you told me that you had never received the letter that I sent you by gar O'Shea it must have fallen into his hands Cosette he went back to the barricade to save me as it is necessity with him to be an angel he saved others also he saved Javert he rescued me from that gulf to give me to you he carried me on his back through that frightful sewer ah I am a monster of ingratitude Cosette after having been your Providence he became mine just imagine there was a terrible quagmire enough to drown one a hundred times over to drown one admire Cosette he made me traverse it I was unconscious I saw nothing I heard nothing I could know nothing of my own adventure we are going to bring him back to take him with us whether he is willing or not he shall never leave us again if only he is at home provided only that we can find him I will pass the rest of my life in venerating him yes that is how it should be you see Cosette Gavroche a must have delivered my letter to him all is explained you understand Cosette did not understand a word you are right she said to him meanwhile the carriage rolled on end of chapter 4 book night

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  1. Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Book | English | 7/8

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