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

Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Soundbook | English | 6/8



chapter 2 of book 6 of them is a habla 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 amy hanks Limassol GABA volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 6 the sleepless night chapter 2 Jean Valjean still wears his arm in a sling to realize ones dream to whom is this accorded there must be elections for this in heaven we are all candidates unknown to ourselves the Angels vote Cosette and Marius had been elected Cosette both at the mayor's office and at church was dazzling and touching to song assisted by Nicolette had dressed her Cosette were a petticoat of white taffeta her row of Bush scriptura a veil of English point a necklace of fine pearls a wreath of orange flowers all this was white and from the midst of that whiteness she beamed forth it was an exquisite candor expanding and becoming transfigured in the light one would have pronounced her a virgin on the point of turning into a goddess Marius handsome hair was lustrous and perfumed here and there beneath the thick curls pale lines the scars of the barricade were visible the grandfather haughty with head held high amalgamating more than ever in his toilet and his manners all the elegance –is of the epoch of Barrois escorted Cosette he took the place of Jean Valjean who on account of his arm being still in a sling could not give his hand to the bride Jean Valjean dressed in black followed them with a smile Monsieur Fauchelevent said the grandfather to him this is a fine day I vote for the end of afflictions and sorrows henceforth there must be no sadness anywhere Paju are decreed joy evil has no right to exist that there should be any unhappy man is in sooth a disgrace to the the sky evil does not come from man who is good at bottom all human miseries have for their capital and central government hell otherwise known as the devil's twee very good here I am uttering demagogic old words as far as I am concerned I have no longer any political opinions let all may be rich that is to say mirthful and I can find myself to that when at the conclusion of all the ceremonies after having pronounced before the mayor and before the priests all possible yeses after having signed the registers at the municipality and at the sacristy after having exchanged their rings after having melt side by side under the pall of white Moor in the smoke of the censor they arrived hand in hand admired and envied by all marios and black she and white preceded by the Suisse with the a pole a of a Colonel tapping the pavement with his halt bared between two rows of astonished spectators at the portals of the church both leaves of which were thrown wide open ready to enter their carriage again and all being finished Cosette still could not believe that it was real she looked at Marius she looked at the crowd she looked at the sky it seemed as though she feared that she should wake up from her dream her amazed and uneasy air added something indescribably enchanting to her beauty he entered the same carriage to return home Marius beside Cosette mg Leonor mom and Jean Valjean sat opposite them on chillin Oh mom had withdrawn one degree and was in the second vehicle my children said the grandfather here you are Monsieur Le Baron and Madame LaRue Bona with an income of $30,000 and Cosette nestling close to Mario's caressed his ear with an angelic whisper so it is true my name is Marius I am Madame thou these two creatures were resplendent they had reached that irrevocable and irrecoverable moment at the dazzling intersection of all youth and all joy they realized the verses of Jean prevail they were 40 years old taken together it was marriage sublimated these two children or two lilies they did not see each other they did not contemplate each other Cosette perceived marios in the midst of a glory marios perceived Cosette on an altar and on that altar and in that glory the two apotheosis mingling in the background one knows not how behind a cloud for Cosette in a flash for Marius there was the ideal thing the real thing the meeting of the kiss and the dream the nutshell pillow all the torments through which they had passed came back to them in intoxication it seemed to them that their sorrows their sleepless nights their tears their anguish their terrors their despair converted into caresses and rays of light rendered still more charming the charming hour which was approaching and that their griefs were but so many hand maidens who are preparing the toilet of joy how good it is to have suffered their unhappiness formed a halo around their happiness the long agony of their love was terminating in an attention it was the same enchantment in two souls tinged with voluptuousness and marios and with modesty and Cosette they said to each other in low tones we will go back to take a look at our little garden in the rue bloom a the folds of Cosette's Canon lay across marios such a day is an ineffable mixture of dream and of reality one possesses and one supposes one still has time before one to divine the emotion on that day of being at midday and of dreaming of midnight is indescribable the delights of these two hearts overflowed upon the crowd and inspired the passers-by with cheerfulness people halted in the Rousillon Twana in front of st. paul to gaze through the windows of the carriage at the orange flowers quivering on cassettes head then they returned home to the Rue de Falla duke aver Mario's triumphant and radiant mounted side-by-side with Cosette the staircase of which he had been born in a dying condition the poor who had drooped to the door and who shared their purses blessed them there were flowers everywhere the house was no less fragrant than the church after the incense roses they thought they heard voices caroling in the infinite they had God in their hearts destiny appeared to them like a ceiling of stars above their heads they beheld the light of her Rising Sun all at once the clock struck Marius glanced at cosets charming bare arm and at the rosy things which were vaguely visible through the lace of her bodice and Cosette intercepting Mara's his glance blushed to her very hair quite a number of old family friends of the Shilla Norman family had been invited they pressed about Cosette each one vied with the rest in saluting her has Madame la picanha the officer tio dhul-jalal moi now captain had come from shot row where he was stationed in garrison to be present at the wedding of his cousin Paul merci Cosette did not recognize him he on his side habituated as he was to have women consider him handsome retained no more recollection of Cosette than if any other woman how right I was not to believe in that story about the Lancer said father's Ellen oh ma to himself Cosette had never been more tender with Jean Valjean she was in unison with father's Eleanor mom while he erected joy into aphorisms and Maxim's she exhaled goodness like a perfume happiness desires that all the world should be happy she regained for the purpose of addressing jean valjean the inflections of voice belonging to the time when she was a little girl she caressed him with her smile a banquet had been spread in the dining room illumination as brilliant as the daylight is the necessary seasoning of a great joy mist and obscurity are not accepted by the happy they do not consent to be black the night yes the shadows know if there is no Sun one must be made the dining room full of gay things in the center above the white and glittering table was a Venetian luster with flat plates with all sorts of colored birds blue violet red and green perched amid the candles around the chandelier Jahan dolus on the wall sconces with triple and quintuple branches mirrors silverware glassware plate porcelain fie ons pottery gold and silversmiths work always sparkling in gay the empty spaces between the candelabra were filled in with bouquets so that where there was not a light there was a flower in the antechamber three violins and a flute softly played quartets by hiden jean valjean had seated himself on a chair in the drawing-room behind the door the leaf of which folded back upon him in such a manner as to nearly conceal him a few moments before they sat down to table Cosette came as though inspired by a sudden whim and made him a deep curtsy spreading out her Bridal toilet with both hands and with the tenderly roguish glance she asked him father are you satisfied yes says Jean Valjean I am content well then laughs Jean Valjean began to laugh a few moments later Bosca announced that dinner was served the guests proceeded by mg denouement with Cosette on his arm entered the dining room and arranged themselves in the proper order around the table two large armchairs figured on the right and left of the bride the first for a melanoma the other version about Roll Emms Eleanor mom took a seat the other armchair remained empty they looked about for EM fashion of all he was no longer there Angela normal questioned Basque do you know where M fashionable is sir replied Basque I do precisely M falafels tell me to say to you sir that he was suffering his injured hand was paining him somewhat and that he could not dine with Monsieur de l'homme and Madame Leona that he begged to be excused that he would come tomorrow he has just taken his departure that empty armchair chills the effusion of the wedding feast for a moment but if Mpho saliva was absent Angela no mom was present and the grandfather beamed for two he affirmed that m4v had done well to retire early if he were suffering but that it was only a slight ailment this declaration sufficed moreover what is an obscure corner in such a submersion of joy Cosette and Marius were passing through one of those egotistical and blessed moments when no other faculty is left to a person than that of receiving happiness and then an idea occurred to mg no no mom pardhu this armchair is empty come hither Marius your aunt will permit it although she has a right to you this armchair is for you that is legal and delightful fortunate who's beside for Janata applause from the whole table Marius took jean valjean splays beside Cosette and things fell out so that Cosette who had at first been saddened by jean valjean absence ended by being satisfied with it from the moment when marios took his place and was the substitute Cosette would not have regretted God himself she said her sweet little foot shot in white satin on maurices foot the armchair being occupied my elephant was obliterated and nothing was lacking in five minutes afterward the whole table from one end to the other was laughing with all the animation of forgetfulness at dessert Emma Sheila Norma rising to his feet with a glass of champagne in his hand only half full so that the palsy of his 80 years might not cause an overflow proposed the health of the married pair you shall not escape two sermons he exclaimed this morning you had one from the curate this evening you shall have one from your grandfather listen to me I will give you a bit of advice adore each other I do not make a pack of gyrations I go straight to the mark be happy in all creation only the turtledoves are wise philosophers say moderate your choice I say give rein to your choice be as much smitten each other as fiends be in a rage about it the philosophers talk stuff and nonsense I should like to stuff their philosophy down their gullets again can there be too many perfumes too many open rosebuds too many Nightingale singing too many green leaves too much Aurora in life can people love each other too much can people please each other too much take care Estelle thou art too pretty have a care in the marine though art too handsome fine stupidity and sooth can people enchant each other too much could joel each other too much charm each other too much can one be too much alive too happy moderate your joys I indeed down with the philosopher's wisdom consists in jubilation make merry let us make merry are we happy because we are good or are we good because we are happy is this all see Diamond called the saucy because it belonged to Harley decency or because it weighs 600 carats I know nothing about it life is full of such problems the important point is to possess the soul see and happiness let us be happy without quibbling and working let us obey the son blindly what is the son it is love he who says love says woman ah ah behold omnipotence women ask that demagogue of a Marius if he is not the slave of that little tyrant of a coset and of his own free will – the coward woman there's no Robespierre who keeps his place but women reigns I am no longer royalist except toward that royalty what is Adam the kingdom of Eve no 89 for Eve there has been the Royal scepter surmounted by a fleur-de-lis there has been the Imperial scepter surmounted by a globe there has been the scepter of Charlemont which was of iron there has been the scepter of Louie the great which was of gold the revolution twisted them between its thumb and forefinger ha'penny straws it is done with it is broken it lies on the earth there is no longer any scepter but make me a revolution against that little embroidered handkerchief which smells of patchouli I should like to see you do it try why is it so solid because it is a goo gah ah you are the 19th century well what then and we have been as foolish as you do not imagine that you have affected much change in the universe because your trip gallant is called the Colorama mousse and because your puree is called the kakuka in fact the women must always be loved I defy you to escape from that these friends are our angels yes love women the kiss forms a circle from which I defy you to escape and for my own part I should be only too happy to reenter it which of you has seen the planet Venus the Coquette of the abyss the Scylla men of the ocean rise in the infinite calming all here below the ocean is a rough Isle chesties well grumble as he will when Venus appears he is forced to smile that brute beast submits we are all made so wrath tempest collapse of thunder foam to the very ceiling a woman enters on the scene a planet rises flat on your face Marius was fighting six months ago today he is married that is well yes Marius yes Cosette you are in the right exist boldly for each other make us burst with rage that we cannot do the same idealize each other catching your beaks all the tiny blades of felicity that exists on the earth and arrange ourselves a nest for life Pardee to love to be loved what a fine miracle when one is young don't imagine that you invented that I too have had my dream I too have meditated I too have side I too have had a moonlight soul love is a child 6000 years old love has the right to a long white beard Methuselah is a street Arab beside Cupid for 60 centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving the devil who is cunning took to hating man man who is still more cunning took to loving women in this way he does more good than the devil does in har this craft was discovered in the days of the terrestrial paradise the invention is old my friends but it is perfectly new profit by it be darkness and Chloe while waiting to become Philemon and baozi managed so that when you are with each other nothing shall be lacking to you and that Cosette may be the Sun for Marius and that Marius may be the universe to Cosette Cosette let your fine weather be the smile of your husband Marius let your rain be your wife's tears and let it never rain in your household you have filched the winning number in the lottery you have gained the great prize guard it well keep it under lock and key do not squander it adore each other and snap your fingers at all the rest believe what I say to you it is good sense and good sense cannot lie be a religion to each other each man has his own fashion of adoring God sapper looked the best way to adorn God is to love one's wife I love thee that's my catechism he who loves as Orthodox the oath of Honor II the 4th place is sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness font was on clay I don't belong to the religion of that oath woman has forgotten in it this astonishes me on the part of Honor the 4th my friends long live women I am old they say it's astonishing how much I feel in the mood to be young I should like to go and listen to the bagpipes in the woods children who contrived to be beautiful and contented that intoxicates me I would like greatly to get married if anyone would have me it is impossible to imagine that God could have made us for anything but this to idolize to COO to preen ourselves to be dove like to be dainty to bill and COO our love's for mourn tonight to gaze at one's image in one's little wife to be proud to be triumphant to plume oneself that is the aim of life there let not that displease you which we use to think in our day when we were young folks ah there to bomb borscht what charming women there were in those days and what pretty little faces and lovely lasses I committed my ravages among them then love each other if people did not love each other I really do not see what use there would be in having any springtime and for my own part I should pray the good God to shut up all the beautiful things that he shows us and to take away from us and put back in his box the flowers the birds the pretty maidens my children receive an old man's blessing the evening was gay lively and agreeable the grandfather's sovereign good humour gave the keynote to the whole feast and each person regulated his conduct on that almost centenary and cordiality they danced a little they laughed a great deal it was an amiable wedding Goodman days of yore might have been invited to it however he was present in the person of fathers Eleanor mom there was a tumult than silence the married pair disappeared a little after midnight the Jalan OMA house became a temple here we pause on the threshold of wedding nights stands a smiling angel with his finger on his lips the soul enters into contemplation before that sanctuary where the celebration of love takes place there should be flashes of light at warts such houses the joys which they contain ought to make its escapes with the stones of the walls in brilliancy and vaguely illuminate the gloom it is impossible that this sacred and fatal festival should not give off a celestial radiance to the infinite love is the sublime crucible wherein the fusion of the man and the woman takes place the being one the being triple the being final the human Trinity proceeds from it this birth of two souls into one ought to be an emotion for the gloom the lover is the priest the ravaged virgin is terrified something of that joy ascends to God where true marriages that is to say where there is love the ideal enters in an up she'll bed it makes a Nuke of dawn among the shadows if it were given to the eye of the flesh this can the formidable and charming visions of the upper life it is probable that we should behold the forms of night the winged unknowns the blue passers of the invisible been down a throng of somber heads around the Luminess house satisfied showering benedictions pointing out to each other the virgin wife gently alarmed sweetly terrified and burying the reflection of human bliss upon their divine countenances if at that supreme hour the wedded pair dazzled with voluptuousness and believing themselves alone were to listen they would hear in their chamber a confused rustling of wings perfect happiness implies a mutual understanding with the Angels that dark little chamber has all heaven for its ceiling when two mouths rendered sacred by love approach to create it is impossible there should not be above that ineffable kiss a quivering throughout the immense mystery of stars these felicity's are the true ones there is no joy outside of these choice love is the only ecstasy all the rest weeps to love or to have loved this suffices demands nothing more there is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life to love is a fulfillment end of book 6 chapter 2 chapter 3 of book 6 of Lamesa hablar 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 lemmy's el habla vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 6 the sleepless night chapter 3 the inseparable what had become of Jean Valjean immediately after having laughed at Cosette's graceful command when no one was paying any heed to him Jean Valjean had risen and had gained the antechamber unperceived this was the very room which eight months before he had entered black with mud with blood and powder bringing back the grandson to the grandfather the old wainscoting was garlanded with foliage and flowers the musicians was seated on the sofa on which they had laid Marius town bask in a black coat knee breeches white stockings and white gloves was arranging roses round all of the dishes that were to be served Jean Valjean pointed to his arm in its Ling charge Basque to explain his absence and went away the long windows of the dining room opened on the street Jean Valjean stood for several minutes erect and motionless in the darkness beneath those radiant windows he listened the confused sounds of the banquet reached his ear he heard the loud commanding tones of the grandfather the violins the clatter of the plates the bursts of laughter and through all that marry up raw he distinguished Cosette sweet and joyous voice he quitted the Rue de Fuca bare and returned to the Rue de la Markham in order to return thither he took the ruse on Louise the Rue cruel to San Katrina and the Blanc mon saw it was a little longer but it was the road through which for the last three months he had become accustomed to pass every day on his way from the root of lamang to the Rue de Fuca there in order to avoid the obstructions and the mud in the Riviera tumbler this road through which Cosette had passed excluded for him all possibility of any other itinerary Jean Valjean entered his lodgings he lighted his candle and mounted the stairs the apartment was empty even Tucson was no longer there no module step made more noise than usual in the chambers all the cupboards stood open he penetrated to Cosette's bedroom there were no sheets on the bed the pillow covered with ticking and without a case or lace was laid on the blankets folded upon the foot of the mattress who's covering was visible under which no one was ever to sleep again all the little feminine objects which Cosette was attached to had been carried away nothing remained except the heavy furniture and the four walls to sans bet was despoiled in a like manner one bed only was made up and seemed to be waiting someone and this was Jean Valjean bed Johan Joe looked at walls close some of the cupboard doors and went and came from one room to another then he sought his own chamber once more and said his candle on a table he had disengaged his arm from the sling and he used his right hand as though it did not hurt him he approached his bed and his eyes rested was it by chance was it intentionally on the inseparable of which Cosette had been jealous on the little portmanteau which never left him on his arrival in the Rue de la mom on the 4th of June he had deposited it on a round table near the head of his bed he went to this table with the sort of a varsity took a key from his pocket and opened the valleys from it he slowly drew forth the garments in which ten years before Cosette had quitted MORF ma first the little gown then the black Fisher then the stout cause child's shoes which because that might almost have worn still so tiny were her feet and the Faustian bodice which was very thick than the knitted petticoat next the apron with the pockets then the woolen stockings these stockings which still preserved the graceful form of a tiny leg were no longer than John Marshall's hand all this was black of hue it was he who had brought those garments two more for May for her as we removed them from the valleys he laid them on the bed he fell to thinking he called up memories it was in winter in a very cold month of December she was shivering half naked in rags her poor little feet were all red in their wooden shoes he Jean Valjean had made her abandoned those rags to clothe herself in these mourning herb elements the mother must have felt pleased in her grave to see her daughter wearing mourning for her and above all to see that she was properly clothed and that she was warm he thought of that forest of more firm a there traversed it together because that and he he thought of what the weather had been of the leafless trees of the woods destitute of birds of the sunless sky it mattered not it was charming he arranged the tiny garments on the bed the fish you next to the petticoat the stockings beside the shoes and he looked at them one after the other she was no taller than that she had a big doll in her arms she had put a Louie door in the pocket of that apron she had laughed they walked hand-in-hand she had no one in the world but him then his venerable white head fell forward on the bed that stoical old hard broke his face was engulfed so to speak and Cosette scar Mons and if anyone had passed up the stairs at that moment he would have heard frightful sobs end of book 6 chapter 3 read by Anka chapter 4 of book 6 of Lamesa hablar 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 lemis are a blur volume five my Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence appcode book six the sleepless night chapter four the immortal liver the old and formidable struggle of which we have already witnessed so many phases began once more Jacob struggled with the angel but one night alas how many times have we beheld John Walter all ceased bodily by his conscience in the darkness and struggling desperately against it unheard of conflict at certain moments the foot slips at other moments the ground crumbles away underfoot how many times had that conscience mad for the good clasped and overthrown him how many times had the truth set her knee nexor ibly upon his breast how many times hurled to earth by the light that he begged for mercy how many times had that implacable spark lighted within him and upon him by the bishop dazzled him by force when he had wished to be blind how many times had he risen to his feet in the combat held fast to the rock kneeling against sophism dragged in the dust now getting the upper hand of his conscience again overthrown by it how many times after a neck reebok after the specious and treacherous reasoning of egotism had he heard his irritated conscience cry in his ear a trip you read how many times had his refractory thoughts rattled convulsively in his throat under the evidence of duty resistance to God venereal sweats what secret wounds which he alone felt bleed or excoriation Zinn his lamentable existence how many times had arisen bleeding bruised broken enlightened despair in his heart serenity in his soul and vanquished he had felt himself the Conqueror and after having dislocated broken and rent his conscience with redhot pincers it had said to him as it stood over him formidable luminous and tranquil now go in peace but on emerging from so melancholy a conflict what a lugubrious peace alas nevertheless that night Jean Valjean felt that he was passing through his final combat a heart-rending question presented itself predestination Tsar not all direct they do not open out in a strait a veneer the predestined man they have blind courts impassable alleys obscure turns disturbing crossroads offering the choice of many ways general Valjean halted at that moment at the most perilous of these crossroads he had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil he had that gloomy intersection beneath his eyes on this occasion once more as it happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes two roads opened out before him the one tempting the other alarming which was he to take he was counseled to the one which alarmed him but that mysterious index finger which we all perceive whenever we fix our eyes on the darkness once more Jean Valjean had the choice between the terrible port and the smiling ambush is it then true the soul may recover but not fate frightful thing an incurable destiny this is the problem which presented itself to him in what manner was normal to behave in relation to the happiness of Cosette and Marius it was he who had willed that happiness it was he who had brought it about he had himself buried it in his entrails and at that moment when he reflected on it he was able to enjoy the sort of satisfaction which an armorer would experience on recognizing his factory mark on a knife on withdrawing it all smoking from his own breast Cosette had Marius Marius possessed Cosette they had everything even riches and this was his doing but what was he John Valjean to do with this happiness now that it existed now that it was there should he force himself on this happiness should he treat it as belonging to him no doubt because that did belong to another but should he John Valjean retain of Cosette all that he could retain should he remain the sort of father have seen but respected which he had hitherto been should he without saying a word bring his past to that future should he present himself there as though he had a right and should he seat himself failed at that luminous fireside should he take those innocent hands into his tragic hands with a smile should he place upon the peaceful fender of the jeona morh drawing-room those feet of his which dragged behind them the disgraceful shadow of the law should he enter into participation in the fair fortunes of Cosette and Marius should he render the obscurity on his brow and the cloud upon their soul more dense should he plays his catastrophe as a third associate in their Felicity should he continue to hold his peace in a word should he be the sinister mute of Destiny beside these two happy beings we must become habituated to fatality and to encounters with it in order to have the daring to raise our eyes when certain questions appear to us in all the horrible nakedness good or evil stands behind the severe interrogation point what are you going to do demands his fangs this habit of trial is normal all possessed he gazed intently at the Sphinx he examined the pitiless problem under all its aspects Cosette that charming existence was the raft of his shipwreck what was he to do to cling fast wit or to let go his hold if he clung to it he should emerge from disaster he should ascend again into the sunlight he should let the bitter water drip from his garments and his hair he was saved he should live and if he let go his hold then the abyss thus he took sad counsel with his thoughts or to speak more correctly he fought he kicked furiously internally now against his will now against his conviction happily for Jean Jean that he had been able to weep that relieved him possibly but the beginning was savage a tempest more furious than the one which had formerly driven him to Arras broke loose with him the path surged up before him facing the present he compared them and sobbed the silence of Tears once opened the despairing man writhed he felt that he had been stopped short alas in this fight to the death between our Eggert ISM and our duty when we thus retreat step by step before I immutable ideal bewildered furious exasperated at having to yield disputing the ground hoping for a possible flight seeking an escape what an abrupt and sinister resistance does the foot of the wall offer in our rear to fill the sacred shadow which forms an obstacle the invisible inexorable what an obsession then one has never done with conscience make your choice Brutus make your choice is Catoe it is fathomless since it is God one flings into that well the labor of one's whole life on flings in one's fortune on flings in one's riches one flings in one success one of flings in one's liberty or fatherland one flings in one's well-being when flings in one's repose one flings in one's joy more more more empty the VARs tip the urn one must finish by flinging in one's heart somewhere in the fog of the ancient hells there is a tongue like that is not one pardonable if one at last refuses can the inexhaustible have any right are not chains which are endless above human strength who would blame Sisyphus Jean Valjean for saying it is enough the obedience of matter is limited by friction is there no limit to the obedience of the soul if perpetual motion is impossible can perpetual self-sacrifice be exact 'add the first step is nothing it is the last which is difficult what was the short macho affair in comparison with Cosette's marriage and of that which it entails what is re entrance into the galleys compared to entrance into the void or first step that must be descended how samba are thou o second step how black are thou how could he refrain from turning aside his head this time martyrdom is subliminal corrosive subliminal it is a torture which consecrates one can consent to it for the first hour one sees oneself on the throne of glowing iron on places on one's head the crown of hot iron one accepts the globe of red-hot iron one takes the scepter of red-hot iron but the mantle of flames the remains to be donned and comes there not a moment when the miserable flesh revolts and when one abdicates from suffering at length Jean Valjean entered into the Peace of exhaustion he weighed he reflected he considered the alternatives the mysterious balance of light and darkness should he impose his galleys on those two dazzling children or should he consummate his irremediable engulfment by himself on one side lay the sacrifice of Cosette on the other that of himself at what solution should he arrive what decision did he come to what resolution did he take what was his own inward definitive response to the unbreathable interrogatory of fatality or jour de decide to open which side of his life did he resolved upon closing and condemning among all the unfathomable precipices which surrounded him which was his choice what extremity did he accept to which of the gulls did he not his head his dizzy reverie lasted all night long he remained there until daylight in the same attitude bent double over that bed prostrate beneath the enormity of fate crushed perchance alas with clenched fists with arms outspread of right angles like a man crucified who has been unmailed and flung face down on the earth there he remained for 12 hours the 12 hours of a long winter's night eyes cold without once raising his head and without uttering a word he was as motionless as a corpse while his thought swallowed on the earth and soared now like the Hydra now like the Eagle anyone to behold him this motionless would have pronounced him dead all at once he shuddered convulsively and his mouth glued to Cosette's garments kissed them then it could be seen that he was alive who could see since Raja was alone and there was no one there the one who is in the shadows end of book 6 chapter 4 read by Anka chapter 1 of book 7 of lamb is Arab 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 miserab vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 7 chapter 1 the seventh circle and the eighth heaven the days that follow weddings are solitary people respect the meditations of the happy pair and also they're tardy slumbers to some degree the Tomo of visits and congratulations only begins later on on the morning of the 17th of February it was a little past midday when Basque with napkin and feather duster under his arm busy in setting his antechamber to rights heard a light tap at the door there had been no ring which was discreet on such a day Basque opened the door and beheld Monsieur Paul show the ball he introduced him into the drawing-room still encumbered and topsy-turvy and which bore the air of a field of battle after the joys of the preceding evening damn sir remarked bosque we all woke up late is your master up asked John Belgian how is Monsieur is armed replied Basque better is your master up which one the old one or the new one Monsieur Pontmercy Monsieur Le Baron said Bosco drawing himself up a man is a baron most of all to his servants he counts for something with them they are what a philosopher would call be spattered with the title and that flatters them Marius be it said in passing a militant Republican as he had proved was now a baron in spite of himself a small revolution had taken place in the family in connection with this title it was now Monsieur Gil Norman who clung to it and Marius who detached himself from it but Colonel Pontmercy had written my son will bear my title Marius obeyed and then Cosette in whom the woman was beginning to dawn was delighted to be a Baroness Monsieur Le Baron repeated basket I will go and see I will tell him that Monsieur Fauchelevent is here no do not tell him that it is I tell him that someone wishes to speak to in private and mentioned no name ah ejaculated Boston I wish to surprise him ah jack related bosque once more admitting his second ah as an explanation of the first and he left the room Jean Valjean remained alone the drawing-room as we have said was in great disorder it seemed as though by lending an air one might still hear the vague boys of the wedding on the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had fallen from Garland's and headdresses the wax candles burned to stumps added stalactites of wax to the crystal drops of the chandeliers not a single piece of furniture was in its place in the corners three or four armchairs drawn close together in a circle had the appearance of continuing a conversation the whole effect was cheerful a certain grace still lingers around a dead feast it has been a happy thing on the chairs in disarray among those fading flowers beneath those extinct lights people have thought of joy the Sun had receded to the chandelier and made its way gaily into the drawing-room several minutes elapsed jean valjean stood motionless on the spot where boss had left him he was very pale his eyes were hollow and so sunken in his head by sleeplessness that they nearly disappeared in their orbits his black coat for the weary folds of a garment that has been up all night the elbows were whitened with the down which the friction of cloth against linen leaves behind it Jean Valjean stared at the window outlined on the polished floor at his feet by the Sun there came a sound at the door and he raised his eyes Marius entered his head well up his mouth smiling then indescribable light on his countenance his brow expanded his eyes triumphant he had not slept either it is you father he exclaimed in catching sight of Jean Valjean that idiot of a Basque had such a mysterious air but you have come too early it is only half past twelve Cosette is asleep that word father said to Monsieur Fauchelevent by Marius signified supreme felicity there had always existed as the reader knows a lofty wall a coldness and a constraint between them ice which must be broken or melted Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall was lowered when the ice dissolved and when Monsieur fall Siobhan was to him as to Cosette a father he continued his words poured forth as in the peculiarity of divine paroxysms of joy how glad I am to see you if you only knew how he missed you yesterday good morning father how is your hand better is it not unsatisfied with the favorable reply which he had made to himself he pursued we have both been talking about you Cosette loves you so dearly you must not forget that you have a chamber here we want nothing more to do with the Rue de la Marr we will have no more of it at all how could you go to live in a street like that which is sickly which is disagreeable which is ugly which has a barrier at one end where one is cold and into which one cannot enter you are to come and install yourself here and this very day or you will have to deal with Cosette she means to lead us all by the nose I warn you you have your own chamber here it is close to ours it opens in the garden the trouble with the clock has been attended to the bed is made it is already you have only to take possession of it near your bed Cosette has placed a huge old easy chair covered with old trop velvet and she has said to it stretch out your arms to him a nightie Gale comes to the clump of acacia opposite your windows every spring in two months more you will have it you will have its nest on your left and ours on your right by night it will sing and by day Cosette will prattle your chamber faces due south Cosette will arrange your books for you your voyages of captain cook and the other vancouver's and all your affairs I believe that there is a little beliefs to which you are attached I have fixed upon a corner of honor for that you have conquered my grandfather you suit him we will live together do you play whist you will overwhelm my grandfather with delight if you play whist it is you who shall take Cosette to walk on the days when I am at the courts and you shall give her your arm you know as you used to in the Luxembourg we are absolutely resolved to be happy and you shall be included in it in our happiness do you hear father come will you breakfast with us today sir says Jean Valjean I have something to say to you I am an ex-convict the limit of shrill sounds perceptible can be over leaped as well in the case of the mind as in that of the ear these words I am an ex-convict proceeding from the mouth of Monsieur fall Jovan and entering the ear of Marius overshot the possible it seemed to him that something had just been said to him but he did not know what he stood with his mouth wide open then he perceived that the man who was addressing him was frightful wholly absorbed in his own dazzled state he had not up to that moment observed to the other man's terrible pallor Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm unrolled the linen from around his hand bared his thumb and showed it to Marius there is nothing the matter with my hand said he marius looked at the thumb there has not in anything the matter with it went on Jean Valjean there was in fact no trace of an injury Jean Valjean continued it was fitting that I should be absent from your marriage I absented myself as much as was in my power so I invented this injury in order that I might not commit a forgery that I might not introduce a flaw into the marriage documents in order that I might escape from signing Marius stammered what is the meaning of this the meaning of it is reply Jean Valjean that I have been in the galleys you are driving me mad exclaimed Marius and terror monsieur pomp Marcy says Jean Valjean I was nineteen years in the galleys for theft then I was condemned to life for theft for a second offense at the present moment I have broken my ban in vain did Marius recoiled before the reality refused the fact resist the evidence he was forced to give way he began to understand and as always happens in such cases he understood too much an inward shudder of hideous enlightenment flashed through him an idea which made him quiver transversed his mind he caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for himself in the future say ah say aw he cried you are cosets father and he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable horror Jean Valjean elevated his head with so much majesty of attitude that he seemed to grow even to the ceiling it is necessary that you should believe me here sir although our oath to others may not be received in law here he paused then with a sort of sovereign and spectral authority he added our particularly and emphasizing the syllables you will believe me I the father of Cosette before God no well surely Baron Pontmercy I am a peasant of fab roles I earned my living by pruning trees my name is not volleyball but Jean Valjean I am not related to Cosette reassure yourself Marius stammered who will prove that to me I since I tell you so Marius looked at the man he was melancholy yet tranquil no lie could proceed from such a calm that which is I see is sincere the truth could be felt in that chill of the tomb I believe you Marius said Jean Valjean bent his head as though taking note of this and continued what am I to Cosette a passerby ten years ago I did not know that she was in existence I love her it is true one loves a child whom one has seen when very young being old oneself when when his old one feels oneself a grandfather toward all little children you may it seems to me suppose that I have something which resembles a heart she was an orphan without either father or mother she needed me that is why I began to love her children are so weak that the first comer even a man like me can become their protector I have fulfilled this duty toward Cosette I do not think that so slight a thing can be called a good action but if it be a good action well say that I have done it register this attenuating circumstance today Cosette passes out of my life are two roads part henceforth I can do nothing for her she is Madame Palmer see her Providence has chain and Cosette gains by the change all as well as for the 600,000 francs you do not mention them to me but I forced all your thought they are in deposit how did that deposit come into my hands what does that matter I restore the deposit nothing more can be demanded of me I complete the restitution by announcing my true name that concerns me I have a reason for desiring that you should know who I am and Jean Valjean looked Mariusz fool in the face all that Marius experienced was tumultuous and incoherent certain gusts of destiny produced these billows in our souls we have all undergone moments of trouble in which everything within us is dispersed we say the first things that occur to us which are not always precisely those which should be said there are sudden revelations which one cannot bear and which intoxicate like a baleful wine Marius was stupefied by the novel situation which presented itself to him to the point of addressing that man almost like a person who was angry with him for this avowal but why he exclaimed do you tell me all this who forces you to do so you could have kept your secret to yourself you're neither denounced nor track nor pursued you have a reason for wanting lis making such a revelation conclude there is something more in what connection do you make this confession what is your motive my motive replies Jean Valjean and a voice so low and dull that one would have said that he was talking to himself rather than Marius from what motive in fact has this convict just said I am a convict well yes the motive is strange it is out of honesty stay the unfortunate point is that I have a thread in my heart which keeps me fast it is when one is old that that sort of threat is particularly solid all life falls in ruin around one one resist had I been able to tear out that thread to break it to undo the knot or to cut it to go far away I should have been safe I had only to go away there are diligences in the rouble oi you are happy I am going I have tried to break that to read I have jerked at it it would not break I tore my heart with it then I said I cannot live anywhere else than here I must stay well yes you are right I am a fool why not simply remain here you offer me a chamber in this house madam pop merci is sincerely attached to me she said to the armchair stretch out your arms to him your grandfather demands nothing better than to have me I suit him we shall live together and take our meals in common I shall give Cosette my arm Madame pomp merci excuse me it is a habit we shall have but one roof one table one fire the same chimney corner in winter the same promenade in summer that is joy that is happiness that is everything we shall live as one family one family at the word Jean Valjean became wild he folded his arms glare to the floor beneath his feet as though he would have evacuated an abyss therein and his voice suddenly rose in thundering tones as one family no I belong to no family I did not belong to yours I do not belong to any family of men in houses where people are among themselves I am superfluous there are families but there is nothing of the sort for me I am an unlucky wretch I am left outside did I have a father and mother I almost doubt it on the day when I gave that child in marriage all came to an end I have seen her happy and that she is with a man whom she loves and that there exists here a kind old man a household of two angels and all Joy's in that house and that as well I said to myself enter thou not I could have lied it is true have deceived you all and remained Monsieur Fauchelevent so long as it was for her I could lie but now it would be for myself and I must not it was sufficient for me to hold my peace it is true and all would go on you ask me what has forced me to speak a very odd thing my conscience to hold my peace was very easy however I passed the night in trying to persuade myself to do it you questioned me and what I have just said to you is so extraordinary that you have the right to do it well yes I have passed the night in alleging reasons to myself and I gave myself very good reasons I have done what I could but there are two things in which I have not succeeded in breaking the thread that holds me fixed riveted and sealed here by the heart or in silencing someone who speaks softly to me when I am alone that is why I have come hither to tell you everything this morning everything or nearly everything it is useless to tell you that which concerns only myself I keep that to myself you know the essential points so I have taken my mystery and have brought it to you and I have disemboweled my secret before your eyes it was not a resolution that was easy to make I struggled all night long you think that I did not tell myself that this was no shot mafia affair that by concealing my name I was doing no one any injury that the name of false Laveau had been given to me by false love aw himself out of gratitude for a service rendered to him and that I might assuredly keep it and that I should be happy in that chamber which you offer me that I should not be in anyone's way that I should be in my own little corner and that while you would have Cosette I should have the idea that I was in the same house with her each one of us would have had this share of happiness if I continue to be most sure of foix live all that would arrange everything yes with the exception of my soul there was joy everywhere upon my surface but the bottom of my soul remained black it is not enough to be happy one must be content thus I should have remained Monsieur Fauchelevent thus I should have concealed my true visage thus in the presence of your expansion I should have had an enigma thus in the midst of your full noon day I should have had shadows thus without crying where I should have simply introduced the galleys to your fireside I should have taken my seat at your table with the thought that if you knew who I was you would drive me from it I should have allowed myself to be served by domestics who had they known would have said how horrible I should have touched you with my elbow would you have a right to dislike I should have filched your clasps of the hand there would have existed in your house a division of respect between venerable white locks and tainted white locks at your most intimate hours when all hearts thought themselves open to the very bottom to all the rest when we four were together your grandfather you too and myself a stranger would have been present I should have been side by side with you in your existence having for my only care not to disarrange the cover of my dreadful pit thus I a dead man should have thrust myself upon you who are living beings I should have condemned her to myself forever you and Cosette I would have had all three of our heads in the green cap does it not make you shudder I am only the most crushed of man I should have been the most monstrous of men and I should have committed that crime every day and I should have had that face of night upon my message every day every day and I should have communicated to you in my taint every day every day to you my dearly beloved my children to you my innocent creatures is it nothing to hold one's peace is it a simple matter to keep silence no it is not simple there is a silence which lies and my lie and my fraud and my indignity and my cowardice and my treason and my crime I should have drained drop by drop I should have spit it out then swallowed it again I should have finished it at midnight and have begun again at midday and my good morning would have lied and my good night would have lied and I should have slept on it I should have eaten it with my bread and I should have looked at Cosette in the face and I should have responded to the smile of an angel by the smile of the damaged soul and I should have been an abominable villain why should I do it in order to be happy in order to be happy have I the right to be happy I stand outside of life sir Jean Valjean pause Marius listened such chains of ideas and of anguishes cannot be interrupted Jean Valjean lowered his voice once more but it was no longer a dull voice it was a sinister voice you asked why I speak I am neither denounced nor pursued nor tracked you say yes I am denounced yes I am tracked by whom by myself it is I who bar the passage to myself and I drag myself and I push myself and I arrest myself and I execute myself and when one holds oneself one is firmly held and seizing a handful of his own coat by the nape of the neck and extent toward marius do you see that fist he continued do you think that it holds that collar in such a wise as not to release it well conscience is another grasp if one desires to be happy sir one must never understand duty for as soon as one has comprehended it it is implacable one would say that it punished you for comprehending it but no it rewards you for it places you in Hell where you feel God beside you one has no sooner lacerated his own entrails than he is that peace with himself and with a poignant accent he added Monsieur Pontmercy this is not common sense I am an honest man it is by degrading myself in your eyes that I elevate myself in my own this has happened to me once before but it was less painful then it was a mere nothing yes an honest man I should not be so if I threw my fault you had continued to esteem me now that you despise me I am so I have that fatality hanging over me that not being able to ever have anything but stolen consideration that consideration humiliates me and crushes me inwardly and in order that I may respect myself it is necessary that I should be despised then I straighten up again I am a galley slave who obeys his conscience I know well that that is most improbable but what would you have me to do about it it is a fact I have entered into engagements with myself I keep them there are encounters which bind us there are chances which involve us in duties you see Monsieur upon merci various things have happened to me in the course of my life again Jean Valjean paused swallowing his saliva with an effort as though his words had a bitter aftertaste and then he went on when one has such a horror hanging over one what has not the right to make others share it without their knowledge one has not the right to make them slip over one's own precipice without their perceiving it one has not the right to let one's red blouse drag upon them one has no right to slyly encumber with one's misery the happiness of others it is hideous to approach those who are healthy and to touch them in the dark with one's all sir in spite of the fact that false LaVon lent me his name I have no right to use it he could give it to me but I could not take it a name is an eye you see sir that I have thought somewhat I have read a little although I am a peasant and you see that I express myself properly I understand things I have procured myself an education well yes to abstract a name and to place oneself under it is dishonest letters of the alphabet can be filched like a purse or a watch to be a false signature in flesh and blood to be a living false key to enter the house of honest people by picking their lock never more to look straight forward or forever i askance to be infamous with the eye no no no no no it is better to suffer to bleed to weep to tear one's skin from the flesh with one's nails to past nights writhing in anguish to devour oneself body and soul that is why I have just told you all this wants 'only as you say he drew a painful breath and hurled his final word in days gone by I stole a loaf of bread in order to live today in order to live I will not steal a name to live interrupted Marius you do not need that name in order to live I understand the matter said Jean Valjean raising and lowering his head several times in succession a silence ensued both held their peace each plunged in a gulf of thoughts Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his mouth on one of his fingers which was folded back Jean Valjean was pacing to and fro he paused before a mirror and remained motionless then as though replying to some inward course of reasoning he said as he gazed at the mirror which he did not see while at present I am relieved he took up his march again and walked to the other end of the drawing room at the moment when he turned around he perceived that Marius was watching his walk then he said with an inexpressible intonation I dragged my leg a little now you understand why then he turned fully round toward Marius and now sir imagine this I have said nothing I have remained Monsieur for Siobhan I have taken my place in your house I am one of you I am in my chamber I come to breakfast in the morning in slippers in the evening all three of us go to the play I accompanied Madame home merci to the Tuileries and to the Place Royale we are together you think me your equal one fine day you are there and I am there we are conversing we are laughing all at once you hear voice shouting this name Jean Valjean and behold that terrible hand the police darts from the darkness and abruptly tears off my mask again he paused Marius has sprung to his feet with a shudder Jean Valjean resumed what do you say to that Marius is silence answered for him Jean Valjean continued you see that I am right in not holding my peace be happy be in heaven be the angel of an angel exists in this be content therewith and do not trouble yourself about the means of which a poor damned wretch takes to open his breasts and force his duty to come forth you have before you sir a wretched man Marius slowly crossed the room and when he was quite close to John Valjean he offered the latter his hand but Marius was obliged to step up and take that hand which was not offered Jean Valjean let him have his own way and it seemed to Marius that he pressed a hand of marble my grandfather has friends said Marius I will procure your pardon it is useless reply Jean Valjean I am believed to be dead and that suffices the dead are not subjected to surveillance they are supposed to rot in peace death is the same thing as pardon and disengaging the hand which Marius held he added with a sort of an exorbitant e moreover the friend to whom I have recourse is the doing of my duty and I need but one pardon that of my conscience at that moment a door at the other end of the drawing room opened gently halfway and in the opening cassettes had appeared they saw only her sweet face her hair was in charming disorder her eyelids were still swelling with sleep she made the movement of a bird which thrusts its head out of its nest glanced first at her husband Bennett John Valjean and cried to them with a smile so that they seemed to behold a smile at the heart of her Rose I will wager that you are talking politics how stupid that is instead of being with me Jean Valjean shuddered Cosette stammered Marius and he paused one would have said that they were two criminals Cosette who is radiant continued to gaze at both of them there was something in her eyes like gleams of paradise I have caught you in the very act Saeko said just now i heard my father fall shell ball through the door saying conscience doing my duty that is politics indeed it is I will not have it people should not talk politics the very next day it is not right you are mistaken Cosette said Marius we are talking business we are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs that is not it at all interrupted Cosette I am coming does anybody want me here and passing resolutely through the door she entered the drawing-room she was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown with a thousand folds and large sleeves which starting from the neck fell to her feet in the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures there are these charming sacks fit to clothe the angels she contemplated herself from head to foot in a long mirror and then exclaimed in an outburst of ineffable ecstasy there was once a king and a queen oh how happy I am that said she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean there said she I'm going to install myself near you in an easy-chair we breakfast in half an hour and you shall say anything you like I know well that men must talk and I will be very good Marius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her we are talking business by the way said Cosette I have opened my window a flock of period in the garden birds not maskers today is Ash Wednesday but not for the birds I tell you that we are talking business go my little Cosette leave us alone for a moment we are talking figures that will bore you you have a charming cravat on this morning Marius you are very dandified most in Europe no it will not bore me I assure you that it will bore you no since it is you I shall not understand you but I shall listen to you when one hears the voices of those whom one loves one does not need to understand the words that they utter that we should be here together that is all that I desire I shall remain with you but you are my beloved Cosette impossible impossible yes very good sigh Cosette I was going to tell you some news I could have told you that your grandfather is still asleep that your art is that mask that the chimney and my father in false show Vaughn's room smokes that nicola has sent for the chimney sweep that to saw and nicola have already quarreled that Nicollet makes sport of two songs stammer well you shall know nothing ah it is impossible you shall see gentlemen that I and my turn can say it is impossible then who will be caught I beseech you my little Marius let me stay here with you two I Square to you that it is indispensable that we should be alone well mi anybody Jean Valjean had not uttered a single word plus that turned to him in the first place father I want you to come and embrace me what do you mean by not saying anything instead of taking my part who gave me such a father as that you must perceive that my family life is very unhappy my husband beats me come embrace me instantly Jean Valjean approached Cosette turned toward Marius as for you I shall make a face at you then she presented her brow to Jean Valjean Jean Valjean advanced a step toward her Cosette recoiled father you are pale does your arm hurt you did you sleep badly no are you sad No embrace me if you are well if you sleep well if you're content I will not scold you and again she offered him her brow jean valjean dropped a kiss upon that brow whereon rested a celestial gleam smile Jean Valjean obeyed it was the smile of a Spectre now defend me against my husband Cosette ejaculated Marius cute angry father say that I must stay you can certainly talk before me so you think me very silly what you say is astonishing business placing money in a bank a great matter truly men make mysteries out of nothing I am very pretty this morning look at me Marius and with an adorable shrug of the shoulders at an indescribably exquisite pout she glanced at Marius I love you said Marius I adore you said Cosette and they felt irresistible into each other's arms now sico said adjusting a folder for dressing down with the triumphant little grimace I shall stay no not that said Marius in a supplicating tone we have to finish something still no Marius assumed a grave tone I assure you Cosette that is impossible ah you put on your man's voice sir that is well I go you father have not upheld me Monsieur my father Monsieur my husband you are tyrants I shall go and tell grandpa if you think that I'm going to return and talk platitudes to you you are mistaken I am proud I shall wait for you now you shall see that it is you who are going to be bored without me I am going it as well and she left the room two seconds later the door opened once more her fresh and rosy head was again thrust between the two leaves and she cried to them I am very angry indeed the door closed again and the shadows descended once more it was as though array of sunlight should have suddenly traverse the night without itself being conscious of it Marius made sure that the door was securely closed Porco said he murmured when she finds out at that word Jean Valjean trembled in every limb he fixed on Marius a bewildered eye Cosette oh yes it is true you were going to tell Cosette about this that is right stay I had not thought of that one has the strength for one thing but not the other sir I can join you I can treat you now sir give me your most sacred word of honor that you will not tell her is it not enough that you should know it I have been able to say it myself without being forced to it I could have told it to the universe to the whole world it was all one to me but she she does not know what it is it would terrify her what a convict we should be obliged to explain matters to her to say to her he is a man who has been in the galleys she saw the chain gang passed by me one day oh my god he dropped into an armchair and hid his face in his hands his grief was not audible but from the quivering of his shoulders it was evident that he was weeping silent tears terrible tears there is something of suffocation in the sob he was seized with a sort of convulsion he threw himself against the back of the chair as though to gain breath letting his arms fall and allowing Marius to see his face inundated with tears and Marius heard him murmur so low that his voice seemed to issue from fathomless depths Oh would that I could die the atra 'yes said Marius I will keep your secret for myself alone and les touched perhaps then he ought to have been but forced for the last hour to familiarize himself with something as unexpected as it was dreadful gradually beholding convict superimposed before his very eyes upon mr. false live all over come little by little by that lugubrious reality and led by the natural inclination of the situation to recognize the space which had just been placed between that man and himself Marius added it is impossible that I should not speak a word to you with regard to the deposit which you have so faithfully and honestly remitted that is an act of property it is just that some recompense should be bestowed on you fix the sum yourself it shall be counted out to you do not fear to set it very high thank you sir reply Jean Valjean gently he remained in thought for a moment mechanically passing the tip of his forefinger across his thumbnail then he lifted up his voice all is nearly over but one last thing remains for me what is it Jean Valjean struggled with what seemed a last hesitation and without a voice without breath he stammered rather than said now that you know do you think sir you who are the master that I ought not to see Cosette any more I think that would be better replied Marius coldly I shall never see her more murmuring Jean Valjean and he directed his steps toward the door he laid his hand on the knob the latch yielded the door opened Jean Valjean pushed it open far enough to pass through stood motionless for a second then close to the door again and turn to Marius he was no longer pale he was livid there were no longer any tears in his eyes but only a sort of tragic flame his voice had regained a strange composure stay sir he said if you will allow it I will come to see her I assure you that I desire it greatly if I had not cared to see cosa I should not have made to you the confession that I have made I should have gone away but as I desired to remain in the place where because that is and to continue to see her I had to tell you about it honestly you follow my reasoning do you not it is a matter easily understood you see I have had her with me for more than nine years we lived first in that Hut on the boulevard then in the convent then near the Luxembourg that was where you saw her for the first time you remember her blue plush hat then we went to the kawatche Adele invalids where there was a railing on the garden the rue bloom a I lived in a little back courtyard whence I could hear her piano that was my life we never left each other that lasted for nine years and some months I was like her own father and she was my child I do not know whether you understand while she want mercy but to go away now never to see her again never to speak to her again to no longer have anything would be hard if you do not disapprove of it I will come to see Cosette from time to time I will not come often I will not remain long you shall give orders that I am to be received in the little waiting room on the ground floor I could enter perfectly well by the backdoor but that might create surprise perhaps and it would be better I think for me to enter by the usual door truly sir I should like to see a little more of Cosette as rarely as you please put yourself in my place I have nothing left but that and then we must be cautious if I no longer come at all it would produce a bad effect it would be considered singular what I can do by the way is to come in the afternoon when night is beginning to fall you shall come every evening so Marius and Cosette will be waiting for you you are kind surfs as Jean Valjean Marius saluted Jean Valjean happiness escorted despair to the door and these two men parted and of book seven chapter one recording by Joyce Martin chapter 2 of book 7 of lay miserable 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 karen leigh miserable ax vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 7 chapter 2 the obscurities which a revelation can contain marius was quite upset the sort of estrangement which he had always felt toward the man decide whom he had seen Cosette was now explained to him there was something and it matic about that person of which his instinct had warned him this enigma was the most hideous of disgraces the galleys this Monsieur of Foix LaVon was the convict Jean Valjean to abruptly find such a secret in the midst of one's happiness resembles the discovery of a scorpion in a nest of turtledoves was the happiness of Marius and Cosette therefore condemned to such a neighborhood was this an accomplished fact did the acceptance of that man form a part of the marriage now consummated was there nothing to be done had Marius wedded the convict as well in vain may one be crowned with light and joy in vain they went tastes the grand purple hour of life happy love such shocks would force even the arch angel and his ecstasy even the demigod in his glory to shudder as is always the case and change of view of this nature Marius asked himself whether he had nothing with which to reproach himself had he been watching and divination had it in watching in prudence had he involuntarily dulled his wits a little perhaps had he entered upon this love affair which had ended his marriage to Gazette without taking sufficient precautions to throw light up the surroundings he admitted is thus by a series of successive admissions of ourselves in regard to ourselves that life amends us little by little he admitted the chimerical and visionary side of his nature a sort of internal cloud peculiar to many organizations and which in paroxysms of passion and sorrow dilates as a temperature of the soul changes and invades entire man to such degree as to render him nothing more than a conscience bathed in a mist we have more than once indicated this characteristic element of Marius individuality he recalled that an intoxication of his love in the group who may during those six or seven ecstatic weeks he had not even spoken to Cosette of a drama in the gorbo hovel where the victim had taken up such a singular line of silence during the struggle and the ensuing flight how would it happen that he had not mentioned this to Cosette yet it was so near and so terrible how had it come to pass that he had not even named that there Nardi a and particularly on the day when he encountered Eponine he now found it almost difficult to explain his silence at that time nevertheless he could account for it he recalled his benumbed state his intoxication with Cosette love absorbing everything that catching away of each other into the idea and perhaps also like the imperceptible quantity of Reason mingled with his violent and charming state of the soul a vague dull instinct impelling him to conceal and abolish in his memory that redoubtable adventure contact with which he dreaded in which he did not wish to play any part his agency in which he had kept secret and in which he could be neither narrator nor witness without being an accuser moreover these few weeks have been a flash of lightning there'd been no time for anything except love in short having weighed everything turned everything over in his mind examined everything whatever might have been the consequences if he had told Cosette about the gorbo ambush even if he had discovered that Jean Valjean was a convict would that have changed him Marius would that have changed her Cosette would he have drawn back would have adored her any the less would he have refrained from marrying her No then there was nothing to regret nothing with which he need reproach himself all was well there is a deity for those drunken men who are called lovers Marius blind had followed the path in which he would have chosen had he been in full possession of his sight love had bandaged his eyes in order to lead him with her to paradise but this paradise was henceforth complicated with an infernal accompaniment Marius is ancient a strange menteur this man towards his phocion of all who had turned into Jean Valjean was it present mingled with horror in this horror that a state there was some pity and even a certain surprise this thief this thief guilty of a second offense had restored that deposit and what a deposit six hundred thousand francs he alone was in the secret of that deposit he might have kept it all he had restored it all moreover he had himself redeemed his situation nothing forced him to this if anyone learned who he was it was through himself in this avowal there was something more than acceptance of humiliation there was acceptance of peril for a condemned man a mask is not a mask it is a shelter a false name is security and he had rejected that false name he the galley slave might have hidden himself forever in an honest family he had withstood this temptation and with what motive through a conscientious scruple he himself explained this with the irresistible accents of truth in short whatever this Jean Valjean might be he wasn't doubtedly a conscience which was awakening there existed some mysterious rehabilitation which had begun and to all appearances scruples had for a long time already control this man such fits of justice and goodness are not characteristic of vulgar natures and awakening of conscience is grandeur of soul Jean Valjean was sincere this sincerity visible palpable irrefragable evident from the very grief that had caused him rendered inquiries useless and conferred and thority and all that the man had said here for Marius there was a strange reversal of situations what breathe from Monsieur Foix live all distrust what did that Jean Valjean inspire confidence in the mysterious balance of this Jean Valjean which the pensive Marius struck he admitted the active principle he admitted the passive principle and he tried to reach a balance but all this went on as in a storm Marius while endeavoring to form a clear idea this man and while pursuing Jean Valjean said to speak in the depths of his thought lost him and found him again in a fatal mist this deposit honestly restored the probity of the confession these were good this produced a lightening of the cloud then the cloud became black once more troubled as were Marius memories a shadow of them returned to him after all what was that adventure in the genre attic why had that man taken to flight on the arrive of a police instead of entering a complaint here Marius found the answer because that man was a fugitive from justice who had broken his ban another question why had that man come to the barricade for Marius now once more distinctly be held that recollection which had reappeared in his emotions like sympathetic ink at the application of heat this man had been in the barricade he had not thought there what had he come therefore in the presence of this question a specter sprang up and replied Javert Marius recalled perfectly now that funeral site of Jean Valjean dragging the pinyon Javert out of the barricade any so heard behind the corner of the little room on titular that frightful pistol-shot obviously there was hatred between that police spy and the galley slave the one was in the others way Jean Valjean had gone to the barricade for the purpose of revenge' himself he had arrived late he probably knew that Javert was a prisoner there the Corsican vendetta had penetrated certain lower strata and had become the law there it is so simple that it does not astonish Souls which are about half turned towards good and those hearts are so constituted that a criminal who is in the path of repentance may be scrupulous in the matter of theft and unscrupulous in the matter of vengeance Jean Valjean had killed Javert at least that seemed to be evident this was the final question to be sure but to this there was no reply this question Marius felt like pincers how had it come to pass a Jean Valjean existence had elbow that of Cosette for so long a period what melancholy sport of Providence was that which had placed that child in contact with that man are they then chains for to which are forged on high and does God take pleasure in coupling the angel with a demon so a crime and an innocence can be roommates in the mysterious galleys of wretchedness in that defiling of condemned persons which is called human destiny can to browse pass side by side the one ingenuously other formidable the one all bathed in the divine whiteness of dawn the other forever blemished by the flash of eternal lightning who could have arranged that inexplicable pairing off in what matter in consequence of what prodigy had any community of life been established between the celestial little creature and that old criminal who could have bound the lamb to the wolf and what was still more incomprehensible have attached the wolf to the lamb for the wolf loved the lamb for the fierce creature adored the feeble one for during the space of nine years the angel had had a monster as her point of support pizzettes child and girlhood her Advent the daylight her virginal growth towards life and light had been sheltered by that hideous devotion here questions exfoliated so to speak into innumerable enigmas abysus yawned at the bottom of abysus and mary's could no longer bend over john Valjean without becoming dizzy what was this man precipice the old symbols of Genesis are eternal in human societies such it now exists and until a broader day shall effect a change in it there will always be two men the one superior the other subterranean the one which is according to good is Abel the other which is according to evil is Cain what was this tender Cain what was this ruffian religiously absorbed in the adoration of a virgin watching over her rearing her guarding her dignify her and enveloping her in pure as he was himself with purity what was that cesspool which had venerated that innocence to such a point as not to leave upon it a single spot what was this Jean Valjean educating Cosette what was this figure of the shadows which had for its only object the preservation of the rising of a star from every shadow and from every cloud that was Jean Valjean secret that was also God's secret in the presence of this double secret Marius recoiled the one in some sort reassured him as to the other God was as visible in this affair as with Jean Valjean God has his instruments he makes use of the tools which he wills he is not responsible to men do we know how God sets about the work Jean Valjean had labored over Cosette he had to some extent made that soul that was incontestable well what then the work man was horrible but the work was admirable God produces his miracles as seems good to him he had constructed that charming Cosette and he had employs Jean Valjean pleased him to choose this strange collaborator for himself what account have we two demanded him is this the first time that the dung heap has aided the spring to create the rose Marius made himself these replies and declared to himself that they were good he had not dared to press Jean Valjean and all the points which we have just indicated but he did not confessed himself that he did not dare to do it he adored Cosette he possessed pizzette Cosette was splendidly pure that was sufficient for him what enlightenment did he need Cosette was a light does light require invite meant hit everything but more could he desire all it's not that enough Jean Valjean personal affairs did not concern him and bending over the fatal shadow of that man he clung fast convulsively to the solemn declaration of that unhappy wretch I am nothing to Cosette ten years ago I did not know that she was in existence Jean Valjean was a passerby he had said so himself well he had passed what ever he was his part was finished henceforth they remain Marius to fulfill the part of Providence to Cosette Cosette had sought this as you're in a person like herself in her lover her husband her celestial mate Cosette as she took her flight winged and transfigured left behind her on the earth her hideous and empty chrysalis Jean Valjean in whatever circle of ideas Marius revolved he always returned to a certain horror for Jean Valjean a sacred horror perhaps for as we've just pointed out he felt a quid to venom in that man but do what he could and seek what extenuation he would he was certainly forced to fall back on this the man was a convict that is to say a being who is not even a place in the social ladder since he is lower than the very lowest rung after the very last of men comes a convict the convict is no longer so to speak in the semblance of the living the law has deprived him with the entire quantity of humanity which can deprive a man Mariusz on penal question still held the inexorable system though he was a Democrat and he entertained all the ideas of the law and the subjects of those whom the law strikes he had not yet accomplished all progress we admit he had not yet come to distinguish between that which is written by man and that which is written by God between law and right he had not examined an way the right which man takes to dispose of irrevocable and the irreparable he was not shocked by the word vindicate he found it quite simple that certain breaches of the written law should be followed by eternal suffering and he accepted as the process of civilization social damnation he still stood at this point though safe to advance infallibly later on since his nature was good and a bottom wholly formed of latent progress in the stage of his ideas Jean Valjean appeared to him hideous and repulsive he was a man reproved he was the convict that word was for him like the sound of the Trump in the day of judgment and after having reflected upon Jean Valjean for a long time his final gesture had been to turn away his head vada Retro Marius if we must recognize and even insist upon the fate while interrogating Jean Valjean to such a point that John Valjean has said you are confessing me had not nevertheless put to him two or three decisive questions it was not that they had not presented themselves to his mind but that he had been afraid of them the genre attic the barricade is not there who knows where these revelations would have stopped Jean Valjean did not seem like a man who had drawback and who knows whether Marius after having urged him on would not have himself desired to hold him back has it not happened to all of us in certain supreme conjunctures to stop our ears in order that we may not hear the reply after we've asked a question it is especially when one loves that one gives way to use exhibitions of cowardice it is not wise to question sinister situations to the last point particularly when the indissoluble side of our life is fatally intermingled with them what a terrible night might have proceeded from the despairing explanations of Jean Valjean and who knows whether that hideous glare would not have darted forth as far as Cosette who knows whether a sort of infernal glow would not have lingered behind it on the brow of that angel the spattering of a lightning flash is of the Thunder also fatality has points of junction where innocence itself is stamped with crime by the gloomy law of the reflections which give color the purest figures may forever preserve the reflection of a horrible Association rightly or wrongly Marius had been afraid he already knew too much he sought to Dulles senses rather than to gain further light in dismay he brought Cosette in his arms and shut his eyes to Jean Valjean that man was the night the living and horrible night how should he dare to seek the bottom of it it is a terrible thing to interrogate the shadow who knows what it's reply will be the dawn may be black and forever by it in the state of mind the thought that the man would henceforth come into any contact whatever with Cosette was a heart-rending perplexity to Marius he now almost reproached himself for not having put these formidable questions before which he had recoiled and from which an implacable and definitive decision might have sprung he felt that he was too good too gentle too weak if we must say the word this weakness had led him to an imprudent concession he had allowed himself to be touched he had been in the wrong he ought to have simply and purely rejected Jean Valjean Jean Valjean played the part of fire and that is what he should have done and I freed his house from that man he was vexed with himself he was angry with that whirlwind of emotions which had deafened blinded and carried him away he was displeased with himself what was he to do now Jean Valjean visits were profoundly repugnant to him what was the use in having that man in his house what did the man want here he became dismayed he did not wish to dig down he did not wish to penetrate deeply he did not wish to sound himself he had promised he allowed himself to be drawn into a promise Jean Valjean held his promise one must keep one's word even to a convict above all to a convict still his first duty was to Cosette in short he was carried away by the repugnance which dominated him Marius turned over all this confusion ideas in his mind passing from one to the other and moved by all of them hence arose a profound trouble it was not easy for him to hide this trouble from Cosette but love is a talent and Marius succeeded in doing it however without any apparent object he questioned Cosette who was as candid as a dove as white and who suspected nothing he talked to her childhood and her youth and he became more and more convinced that that convict had been everything good paternal and respectable that a man can be towards Cosette all that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had surmised was real that sinister nettle had loved and protected that Lily end of book 7 chapter 2 recorded by Karin Glyn

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