In the meanwhile； the agents had caught sight of the drunken man asleep behind the door； and were shaking him：
He awoke； stammering：
〃Is it all over； Jondrette？〃
〃Yes；〃 replied Javert。
The six pinioned ruffians were standing； and still preserved their spectral mien； all three besmeared with black； all three masked。
〃Keep on your masks；〃 said Javert。
And passing them in review with a glance of a Frederick II。 at a Potsdam parade； he said to the three 〃chimney…builders〃：
〃Good day； Bigrenaille！ good day； Brujon！ good day； Deuxmilliards！〃
Then turning to the three masked men； he said to the man with the meat…axe：
〃Good day； Gueulemer！〃
And to the man with the cudgel：
〃Good day； Babet！〃
And to the ventriloquist：
〃Your health； Claquesous。〃
At that moment； he caught sight of the ruffians' prisoner。
who； ever since the entrance of the police； had not uttered a word； and had held his head down。
〃Untie the gentleman！〃 said Javert； 〃and let no one go out！〃
That said； he seated himself with sovereign dignity before the table； where the candle and the writing…materials still remained； drew a stamped paper from his pocket； and began to prepare his report。
When he had written the first lines； which are formulas that never vary； he raised his eyes：
〃Let the gentleman whom these gentlemen bound step forward。〃
The policemen glanced round them。
〃Well；〃 said Javert； 〃where is he？〃
The prisoner of the ruffians； M。 Leblanc； M。 Urbain Fabre； the father of Ursule or the Lark； had disappeared。
The door was guarded； but the window was not。
As soon as he had found himself released from his bonds； and while Javert was drawing up his report； he had taken advantage of confusion； the crowd； the darkness； and of a moment when the general attention was diverted from him； to dash out of the window。
An agent sprang to the opening and looked out。
He saw no one outside。
The rope ladder was still shaking。
〃The devil！〃 ejaculated Javert between his teeth； 〃he must have been the most valuable of the lot。〃
BOOK EIGHTH。THE WICKED POOR MAN
CHAPTER XXII
THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO
On the day following that on which these events took place in the house on the Boulevard de l'Hopital； a child； who seemed to be ing from the direction of the bridge of Austerlitz； was ascending the side…alley on the right in the direction of the Barriere de Fontainebleau。
Night had fully e。
This lad was pale； thin； clad in rags； with linen trousers in the month of February； and was singing at the top of his voice。
At the corner of the Rue du Petit…Banquier； a bent old woman was rummaging in a heap of refuse by the light of a street lantern； the child jostled her as he passed； then recoiled； exclaiming：
〃Hello！
And I took it for an enormous； enormous dog！〃
He pronounced the word enormous the second time with a jeering swell of the voice which might be tolerably well represented by capitals： 〃an enormous； ENORMOUS dog。〃
The old woman straightened herself up in a fury。
〃Nasty brat！〃 she grumbled。
〃If I hadn't been bending over； I know well where I would have planted my foot on you。〃
The boy was already far away。
〃Kisss！ kisss！〃 he cried。
〃After that； I don't think I was mistaken！〃
The old woman； choking with indignation； now rose pletely upright； and the red gleam of the lantern fully lighted up her livid face； all hollowed into angles and wrinkles； with crow's…feet meeting the corners of her mouth。
Her body was lost in the darkness； and only her head was visible。 One would have pronounced her a mask of Decrepitude carved out by a light from the night。
The boy surveyed her。
〃Madame；〃 said he； 〃does not possess that style of beauty which pleases me。〃
He then pursued his road； and resumed his song：
〃Le roi Coupdesabot
S'en allait a la chasse；
A la chasse aux corbeaux〃
At the end of these three lines he paused。
He had arrived in front of No。 50…52； and finding the door fastened； he began to assault it with resounding and heroic kicks； which betrayed rather the man's shoes that he was wearing than the child's feet which he owned。
In the meanwhile； the very old woman whom he had encountered at the corner of the Rue du Petit…Banquier hastened up behind him； uttering clamorous cries and indulging in lavish and exaggerated gestures。
〃What's this？
What's this？
Lord God！
He's battering the door down！ He's knocking the house down。〃
The kicks continued。
The old woman strained her lungs。
〃Is that the way buildings are treated nowadays？〃
All at once she paused。
She had recognized the gamin。
〃What！ so it's that imp！〃
〃Why； it's the old lady；〃 said the lad。
〃Good day； Bougonmuche。 I have e to see my ancestors。〃
The old woman retorted with a posite grimace； and a wonderful improvisation of hatred taking advantage of feebleness and ugliness； which was； unfortunately； wasted in the dark：
〃There's no one here。〃
〃Bah！〃 retorted the boy； 〃where's my father？〃
〃At La Force。〃
〃e； now！
And my mother？〃
〃At Saint…Lazare。〃
〃Well！
And my sisters？〃
〃At the Madelonettes。〃
The lad scratched his head behind his ear； stared at Ma'am Bougon； and said：
〃Ah！〃
Then he executed a pirouette on his heel； a moment later； the old woman； who had remained on the door…step； heard him singing in his clear； young voice； as he plunged under the black elm…trees； in the wintry wind：
〃Le roi Coupdesabot＇31＇
S'en allait a la chasse；
A la chasse aux corbeaux；
Monte sur deux echasses。
Quand on passait dessous；
On lui payait deux sous。〃
＇31＇ King Bootkick went a…hunting after crows； mounted on two stilts。 When one passed beneath them； one paid him two sous。
＇The end of Volume III。 〃Marius〃＇
BOOK FIRST。A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY
CHAPTER I
WELL CUT
1831 and 1832； the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July； form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history。
These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them。
They have a revolutionary grandeur。
Precipices are to be distinguished there。 The social masses； the very assizes of civilization； the solid group of superposed and adhering interests； the century…old profiles of the ancient French formation； appear and disappear in them every instant； athwart the storm clouds of systems； of passions； and of theories。 These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance。
At intervals； truth； that daylight of the human soul； can be descried shining there。
This remarkable epoch is decidedly circumscribed and is beginning to be sufficiently distant from us to allow of our grasping the principal lines even at the present day。
We shall make the attempt。
The Restoration had been one of those intermediate phases； hard to define； in which there is fatigue； buzzing； murmurs； sleep； tumult；