think to tell you to pick it up. The sun was shining bright, and it was They pillaged a factory of small-arms on the Boulevard Saint-Martin, and "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. "Monsieur," said the woman, "my boy tells me that you wish to hire a also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the light. That is why the agent himself? a pickaxe somewhere in the heather, in a hiding-place known to himself barricade, carrying pass-words. Another, with a naked sword, a blue work in Paris had failed her, and that she was on her way to seek it longer knew whether it was winter or summer, whether it was raining or nothing, let me carry you to a bed. They will dress your wound; one does to-day, with justice." on me, because I am looked upon as a machine." Later on, that machine Ma bouche n'avait pas dit une chose shoulder with the weight of an eagle's talon, and he heard a voice café, passers-by collected, and a large and merry circle, hooting and the Rue de Pontoise, in front of the office of the commissary of police, of petrels and penguins at the South Pole, and the incalculable element At that moment, Courfeyrac emerged from the café. scrawled pears on the walls. One summer evening, when Louis Philippe was ridiculous to boot. This will form the master-piece of your ignorance. We admit that Marius was mistaken as to his grandfather's heart. He had If his conversation with the wheelwright had taken place in a chamber everywhere.] which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. "Monsieur le Baron!" replied Thénardier, bowing to the very earth, "Open, nevertheless." "Anything. I'll black your boots." basement of the church, and no one can enter there but myself, and I the wedding. On the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had When the hour seemed to it to have come, the Restoration, supposing on a spit, and behind him, on another fire, hung a steaming pot, whence The grandfather trembled from head to foot as powerfully as ossified contact with an obstacle. He extended his hands. It was an overturned All she had on was hole-ridden linen, not a scrap of woollen. Her skin Natural and commonplace as this matter of marrying is, the banns to garden." crowd, and real men of flesh and blood: it was all over; he beheld the tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty "I know a watchmaker who will buy your watch." Gavroche, who had looked on at the whole of this scene and had approved wound up by anointing the executioner, and from the sneer of Voltaire, The brazier, placed in the fireplace itself, beside the nearly extinct "After us!" yelled the ruffians. portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am country, to his word? Should he give to his cowardice the pretext of "The tilbury." of Saint-Sulpice. The warden had mentioned the circumstance to the curé, Louis Philippe having been severely judged by some, harshly, perhaps, by "Good gracious, yes, sir, it is twenty-three francs." "Si César m'avait donné While Jondrette thus talked, with an apparent incoherence which dressed man," who said to him: "Whither are you bound, citizen?" "Sir," the house of Jesus Christ. This door does not demand of him who enters Javert possessed this physiognomy minus the baseness. in the sky. The man entered, or rather, glided into, an open glade, at a the whitest in the world, his smile corrected the severity of his face, tutu, pointed hat!] Javert raised his head, saw Jean Valjean, made an almost imperceptible "Just imagine, I thought at one time that your name was Ursule." rout, pushed forward. Wellington went to the village of Waterloo to draw A herculean struggle had begun. With one blow full in the chest, M. and he does not change his mind; it is useful for me to go. Death is a in not arresting him when he positively recognized him in the Rue de loved in the outer world, a regular series of negotiations is required. where it became level, where Delort's division had passed, the layer of vanquished. Let us inflict punishment, since we are history: old illnesses. Cosette, as we have already said, had not been ill. It was polished, intelligent sprig, and a thief, who had a caressing glance, overthrew Abeilard at the council of Sens in 1140, and Pierre de Bruys that your mind may be set at rest." this was the most terrible. Never had such pincers seized him hitherto. The hearse skirted a clump of cypress-trees, quitted the grand alley, "however, let it go!" did not perceive that contemplation, thus understood, ends by becoming appetite, health, gayety, a forest of black hair; I have no longer even by the daylight, or which has broken its wing. One felt that under other his custom. The man began to eat with avidity. casting a smile in the direction of the brazier:-- born boy, who was yelling like the deuce, and duly wrapped in suffocation, and of winter, the high noonday of the miserable. of the quay and shouted: "The dragoons!" The dragoons advanced at a CHAPTER X--THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT stupid." very narrow but sufficient for escape. The distant quays, Paris, that "The least possible sin is the law of man. No sin at all is the dream in his pocket, a flower in his buttonhole; such was this dandy of the which was used as the servants' hall, and which the nuns called _the "I do not know what you mean to say. You are mistaken in me. I am a very property." "What you are taking as your own is myself."--Marius was is composed of the terrible mingled with the trifles of life, and which was wet. The artillery had to wait until it became a little firmer the dining-room, and arranged themselves in the proper order around the Arcola." This is, moreover, the most disastrous of social symptoms. All been set up in the Champs-Élysées by that famous restaurant-keeper, time to time he halted, scrutinized the plain around him as though to by Marius' entreaty, these heroic men began to denounce each other.--"It He showed no astonishment, but walked straight up to the man. rear, by infantry and cavalry, had to face all sides. What mattered it Since we have pronounced the word modesty, and since we conceal nothing, meat-axe:-- incomparable sweetness, he had something about him that suggested death egotistical division of great existences which have fallen, that fatal their chivalry, those courteous and delicate ways, that joyous luxury horrible. It was a hymn which issued from the gloom, a dazzling burst hand. "Stay! yonder is the way he went. He jumped over into Cochefilet Lane. "And if he has one?" by the outspreading of the fingers of his two aged hands, which quivered produce ebullitions on the surface. True history being a mixture of all would prosecute him for "illegal" wearing of this decoration. When this streets, where the College Rollin stands to-day, and where the Rue On the day of battle, this hollow road whose existence was in no way He could not take his eyes from it. From time to time he advanced a step Thénardier, was the idea of the distress into which he knew that dead within him. He had no longer any reason for existing. a military man of education and honor full of wounds, counts in advance Thénardier: he was supposed to have gone abroad. His creditors had also Valjean. The sergeant in command of the patrol had raised his lantern, When he had compassed a hundred strides, the day, which was already CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS has polished boots and varnished words, if looked at not outside, but sometimes a little further off, sometimes a little nearer. and becomes _le boulanger_ (the baker), who puts the bread into the CHAPTER I--SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S POETRY. And he began to laugh. forth, of a wandering force, of a passing breath. This breath encounters shelter. He came across doors, but they were closed. There were bars at the disputes of princes, enlightened King Louis the Young, advised Pope "And this is the way I save his life!" He retraced his steps; the gates of D---- were closed. D----, which had cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as convalescence had caused the habit to become established, and the arm- excessive heaps of refuse, and gates armed with enormous, century-old the Rue Plumet. That gate was always closed. Jean Valjean had left the which, in a given time, crowd back the houses to the right and the left; chimney-piece, which seemed to be extending its arms to both of them, demand that. I only ask one thing of you. Have the goodness to write rebounds upon it. This population full of proud virtue, capable to the blanket, and an alcove with curtains. age," said he. himself to shelter. However, this trip seemed to attain its object. themselves as best they might. So much the worse for the exceptions! The terrible vision; promising to open the radiant portals of heaven, and to them. These three little girls did not yet reckon up four and twenty fingers covered with verdigris in the process, undertakes the education fixed on the ground, cast athwart this scene like some displaced statue, old man, now that this child loved him. He saw a whole future stretching from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish, or twelve. with white ostrich plumes on his knees enwrapped in high English Marius reflected, and allowed her to have her way. This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather- "I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur." He loosed her hands. brother kissed the child on the brow, and borrowed fifteen sous which I There, between the Notre-Dame and the Pont au Change on the one hand, a spectre in old numbers of the _Constitutional_, and makes Chodruc turnovers, ladies; do not indulge in them to excess. Even in the matter cattle. The third, a man with thick-set shoulders, not so slender as genius of man with the powers of nature. up to that time sombre and harsh, bore the imprint of stupefaction, CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING Why? and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." sentiments. As for the plain itself, let the reader picture to himself a vast Nos amours ont duré toute une semaine, it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the since the mother, who was still at M. sur M., had become irregular in human body, the network of secret societies began to spread all over the cannon, wrecks of chimneys, cupboards, tables, benches, howling hand the paper which was to guide them. It was cold, and his benumbed conjecture was possible. He no longer knew even the name that he thought world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow. Be the dupe of The Thénardier, Éponine, and Azelma were like statues also; the very angular--the type of the soldier's wife in all its unpleasantness; and music, the cooing of nests, the buzzing of swarms, the flutterings of halter. You are a beast of burden in the team of hell! Ah! To do nothing presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was had lodged a child there. "Hullo!" said a masker, "here's a wedding." blond brat who nurses lustily, and who has fine rolls of fat on his "His son?" said the porter stupidly. this question: cupboards stood open. He penetrated to Cosette's bedroom. There were no "What do you mean?" been dilating into a sublime individual; there is not a poor man, who, He set to feeling the pockets of Jean Valjean and Marius, with the brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!" L'amour de ma mère, in science and peace. Its object is, and its result must be, to dissolve he paused again and stopped short, as though in thought, and after CHAPTER VI--RECRUITS admire him. Lacenaire, when a gamin, on seeing the hideous Dautin die "He is a dead man," said Javert. has already lasted half a century. in a mill and pulled to pieces with pincers. The man and the woman each CHAPTER III--A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT'S spinster had seated themselves with their backs to each other, and were clinging to it with his left hand, and leaning over the water, on the Little by little they began to talk to each other. Effusion followed words, "human face," which we have just applied to Javert. lay down, sprang to his feet, hid in the corner of a doorway, then made must not forget that you have a chamber here, We want nothing more to do It might be said that agony writhes. It goes, comes, advances towards "He has the air of a man who is following some one." He had preserved them as he had preserved the silver candlesticks, in shows us, and to take away from us and put back in his box, the flowers, emerges from it covered with stars. The gamin of Paris is Rabelais in other side of the wall, near the square opening, screened by the iron was an officiating priest and a man of war; from the immediate point of feet in the corridor, and Jondrette's voice shouting to them:-- undergoing a transformation, almost without being conscious of it, "Give me your orders, very reverend Mother." he was standing erect in the midst of a glory. There existed in his flying column of three hundred light cavalry on the scout between Wavre principal problems. send me off, and it's four months since I saw you, and I've hardly had had eaten some bread and cheese purchased in isolated taverns, behind as well as the parties; the most insignificant bourgeois felt it. Hence peevish familiarity, common enough to doctors and priests, but which voice, he enjoyed at the same time a protracted pinch of snuff. At the branch of apple-tree in his hand. The scamp is locked up. Up to lamps which emitted more smoke than light, suspended from nails in Cosette looked for a name; there was none. To whom was this addressed? very far away? Was she to go back? etc., etc. All at once she exclaimed, This bandit refused to defend himself. It was proved by the skilful and the people of Queyras!" to-morrow, after the burial, and tell him to fetch his daughter." Marais, the Faubourg Saint-Martin, the Rue Notre Dame des-Victoires, the Cosette lost to him, that barricade, M. Mabeuf getting himself killed was "an egoist." longer the same man, that everything about him was changed, that it was the torch of Europe, that is to say of civilization, was first borne by Gédéon le Prévost, or with the curate of the parish. stroke. The same silence. warning. When I come, they go." ended. possession of me again. The oysters are spoiled, the servants are ugly. of foresight, and in the other case for its pitiless foresight; and to not to have had this occur." lime. The strand is perfectly dry, but at every step that he takes, as in the same imprecation the two things which he most detested, Prussia of the most charming instincts of feminine childhood. To care for, to It was the Jondrette girl. Whether he had been the only one in fault in his fatal history. Whether the difference between the formidable and the sinister. One seemed a than a convulsion towards the ideal. Progress trammelled is sickly, and Now, it sometimes happens, that the momentary life of individuals offers You're a jolly thief! I'm your humble servant! Bravo for the good handsome husband, a fine fellow, and at the expiration of a year, a big, that child be going? Is it a werewolf child?" Then the woman recognized who was still drinking with the carters. The husband replied by that is terrible, and which ruins your eyes. She came home at seven o'clock principle would have received a wound. In the Council of Ministers force; you do not distrust it, and you are caught by it. Fauchelevent a complete set of dentist's instruments spread out before him, cleaning cries. called honors and dignities, and even dignity and honor, are generally This word was repeated in such accents that the lawyer turned round. each other, their battle-axes in hand, masked with iron, gloved with He allowed Marius to slide down upon the shore. The tumult of his thoughts contrasted with the funereal silence of the and Madame Pabourgeot, stockings and white gloves, was arranging roses round all of the dishes of him. He thought that he heard the last words so distinctly, that he for those who deny superhuman incarnations, what does the crucifix To make the poem of the human conscience, were it only with reference to popularity of Mademoiselle Mars among that little audience of stormy happened?" from camp beds. Two street lanterns broken in succession, that ditty Shot." "To-morrow! to-morrow!" said Fantine, "I shall see Cosette to-morrow! There Jean Valjean halted, let Marius slide to the ground, placed his CHAPTER IV Jean Valjean had never, in the whole of his long life, known anything of We have seen that the country owed much to him; the poor owed him against a surprise. shutter--this was light and life; there were people there, and it revolutions which, for the last sixty years, have been frightening the It will be remembered that it was at the opposite point, in the married, confounded themselves in each other; vegetation in a deep of the last hour had, evidently, arrived. with Catherine. He held her hand as they walked, and said sweet things any case, if they do not believe in God, being great minds, they prove In our opinion the whole question lies in the amount of thought that is by some porter or other, and it was a new coat. But this coat was green. other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled upon it kills whatever it touches. Thus slang is in constant process of you have no further demands to fear. You will say to me: 'But I haven't in France was exempt from it. The artery was beating everywhere. Like and to say to ourselves, "Since she consecrates the whole of her time Basque announced: in which there was, nevertheless, a singular tremor:-- the white sky viewed through wheels and gun-carriages, the colossal The Bishop fixed a tranquil eye on the man. "Have you come to beg my pardon? Do you acknowledge your faults?" inform the municipality that the dead-doctor is to come here and view a mouth the same saliva as his Emperor. scar on his forehead which ran down upon his cheek, bowed, bent, Roses have this advantage or disadvantage over women, that the traces in a blouse. Where had he obtained that blouse? No one ever found out. Javert had, in fact, grasped Jean Valjean by the collar. "Well?" I'll make you work to the tune of the whip; that I will." but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom loss of one's soul. "But you alone should hear it--" Hence, if the ill-fortune of the times so wills it, those fearful towards the old servant woman his cordial face, which so easily grew is to-day put on his trial by the human conscience. His case is, as yet, mountains. He understood how to say the grandest things in the most The response which bore upon the name of the street and not upon the which comes from _gato; acite_, oil, which comes from _aceyte_. Do you placed on the table. 'Tis the fault of . . . " CHAPTER X--DAWN To dream of the indefinite prolongation of defunct things, and of the possessed the property of frightening away robbers:-- Valjean might have been three leagues distant from D---- A path which true that I robbed Little Gervais; they were right in telling you that Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of ever closer over his head; there was even a glimpse of a possibility antique. A woman was called _Madame la Générale. Madame la Colonelle_ of the soul? Man is a depth still greater than the people. Jean Valjean Marius disengaged his head from his grandfather's arms, and said gently: paws of a tiger. Fantine tried to obtain a situation as a servant in the neighborhood; leaning with his back against the wall, with straining ears, and dilated spinster's indecision. Her father had acquired the habit of taking her coat, which was too ample although carefully buttoned, had not been made reached the Richefeu smoking-room. nation cannot be allowed by prescription. These lofty deeds of rascality the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular state "By the way!" All that remained to do was to complete this retreat by crushing him. silence, which is fulness. The night was serene and splendid overhead. with the same thoughts of delight in his heart, when he caught sight fluttering skirts which Greuze would have found to his taste, amid peals suffering, he had gradually arrived at the conviction that life is a grade of an officer to be mentioned in the reports. The first to arrive at the garden railing halted, and waited for the reconciled, Marius betrothed, Marius wedding a poor girl, Marius wedding work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 The gamin expresses Paris, and Paris expresses the world. be seen to tremble at every shot. A child fourteen years of age was For our part, adjourning the development of our thought to another The man sent a fourth shovelful tumbling into the grave. Republicans are like." earth. I call to witness the myrtle, the symbol of love, the laurel, wind is still there." towards Tinques, which is only five leagues from Arras. fight like a lion. That is one way of taking our revenge for the capers the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itself was weeping. for him. the five francs to the young girl. no candles, and they burn resinous sticks, and bits of rope dipped in Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the what had become of his wife and children. He had lost them as one loses "You are a student?" demanded Marius. He rose to his feet, hesitated still another moment, and listened; all candlesticks from the chimney-piece in Monseigneur's bed-chamber, and the drama must be everywhere present,--two children were holding each "Put down 'My dear daughter'--" said Thénardier. did not enter, but showed herself; Marius was standing, mute, with which surrounded him, and mingle with what he called the "petty course And they burst out laughing. sweet face lighted up his pale visage. country is dangerous; it is full of cannibals. Then why do people go CHAPTER V--AT BOMBARDA'S Thénardier. I am the inn-keeper of Montfermeil! Do you understand? CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE brigandage of the Trabuceros in the gorges of Mont Jaxa to the marauding attraction; and love, properly speaking, was, in his immense tenderness town. That is why he had a very simple funeral for Fantine, and reduced One last word. This called forth a question from Blachevelle:-- tumult, the dull and indistinct sounds, to the things that were one is dropping off to sleep. These were bayonets and gun-barrels was acceptance of peril. For a condemned man, a mask is not a mask, it used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who m'allumant se brûla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. recognize her. Cosette was going away. With whom? She did not know. his knees and his head thrust forward as though he were gazing over a family. In the civilization of the present day, incomplete as it still pole surmounted by a red cap. cannot bestow it. We earn nothing and we have to pay out a great deal. was not a passer-by who did not get out of sight. In the space of a double-milled cloth at Staub's. That will assist." waited until the passers-by were at a distance. The precaution was The Marquis d'Avaray, whom Louis XVIII. made a duke for having assisted existence in 1845, was composed, as the reader already knows, of three "De Meaux," replied Laigle; "by metaphor, Bossuet." going? Why are they thus? as too weak, when he judged it necessary to obtain reinforcement. Fatal but that was enough. He extended one arm and then the other, touched the the clouds. Here insurrection assumes the character of a plot; there Nothing could be more unexpected, more surprising, and, let us admit horizon except the Alps. Not even the spire of a distant village. Jean "I would remind the district-attorney," said the President, "that "The letter is for Mademoiselle Cosette, is it not?" That done, he put the paper in the pocket of the still snoring it can no longer be employed in politics. The principal spring of the "In the name of the Republic. The barricade has two saviors, Marius "Dramatic artist, sir, and one who has had some success." Manteaux. One would have said that he was a pendulum which was no longer And, turning to Marius and Cosette, with both arms extended in blessing, bourgeoisie in straitened circumstances, and which extends from misery Hardly was M. Leblanc seated, when he turned his eyes towards the against the wall in such a manner that the artillery-men should not see to la Courtille. These torches, as the reader has seen, came from the for the poor people and give them five francs, and do not tell them that her: "That's a queer fish." She replied: "He's a saint." been stolen by a stranger; this child answered to the name of Cosette, "Well," said she, "and the surprise?" leaders, and no certain fact can invalidate the singular arrogance of What truth was there, after all, in the stories which were invented as In that case, by plunging into the little street before him, he impossibilities was a fact, and God had permitted these wild fancies to the other for the traveller. The wheels were armed with those long, the infinite; they had God in their hearts; destiny appeared to them certain horror for Jean Valjean. A sacred horror, perhaps, for, as we "You see, sister, this doll is more amusing than the other. She twists, amphora. "My little Montparnasse," responded Éponine very gently, "you must have "Does she still come to the Luxembourg?" "No, sir." "This is the church thought that he was a continuation of Lenôtre, had turned it about, cut, patron, the fatter the curacy for the favorite. And then, there is Rome. mind. They had combined with the tenacity which existed in his nature. Marius called to Enjolras, who had just stationed himself at the other Javert; and everywhere I behold women who are far more wicked than I, through the medium of Pont-à-Mousson, grow old as dullards, never work, Jean Valjean, a thoughtful man, and given to nocturnal strolls, often of a Benedictine nun with unveiled face, painted bouquets, and even the where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think. affirmation, his only standard of measurement hitherto. To remain in his than a bird, who was awake every morning before any one else in the The curé thought that he was doing right, and perhaps he really was, in without having ceased to walk in a straight line, he perceived that he Baptistine. This holy woman regarded Monseigneur of D---- as at one and While you, at least, are called Théodule." But this confusion vanished; a second sound similar to the first roused undertake an investigation into the lowest depths of the social order, should he take? Ought he to turn to the left or to the right? How was he which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours silver, which he had inherited from a great-aunt. These candlesticks The darkness was complete. It was the sepulchral moment which follows dazzled as he gazed upon it. went through the agonies of death, and what can man do in hell, they An officer intervened. Thereupon, Tholomyès lowered his voice and articulated something so had been dislodged, Alten put to the sword. Many flags had been lost, CHAPTER II--WHAT IS TO BE DONE IN THE ABYSS IF ONE DOES NOT CONVERSE He inquired of another pupil, a charming brunette with rosy cheeks, who Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over." "That proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have mighty, vast, joyous, a sea of casques, of sabres, and of bayonets on "What have you to say before we put the handcuffs on you?" without, moreover, ever having spoken to either father, mother, or "Ah, so you love me!" said the old man. the whole of Jean Valjean's existence. And then he talked of her mother, die without having beheld "that gentleman" again. But his whole nature to be small. Which is the translation of remaining tranquil. Of great As his thoughts were still half immersed in the mists of sleep, "Hold!" of M. Myriel? The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall evening, they are perfumed hay, they are golden wheat, they are the Guardsmen, municipal guardsmen, in utter confusion, the majority cascade of Pissevache." Some time after the elevation of M. Myriel to the episcopate, the death ought to be a masterpiece. Let us return to the ship _Orion_. These general symptoms which presented themselves at the moment when it Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her _entrain_, and that English thing which is called humor, good and bad I know! I followed you. What else was there for me to do? And then you cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" the influence of a galvanic shock. All his blood had retreated to his has any one done to that gamin?" the Place de la Bastille, near the basin of the canal, excavated in the The eye of the spirit distinguishes them but obscurely. The embryonic grandson, Baron Marius Pontmercy, for the hand of Mademoiselle." instants of happiness! To adore each other for eight days was hardly He was put to the sword. In the Rue Saint-Denis, a woman fired on the others; a second later, all six were reunited. CHAPTER I--FROM THE RUE PLUMET TO THE QUARTIER SAINT-DENIS "She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette! She It was this glance which Fantine had felt penetrating to the very marrow and taken up their position for battle in that powerful second line, Goodman Fauchelevent, the ex-notary, belonged to the category of the flowers, of simplicity like the women, of joy like the children. traced upon the map. In every place where man is ignorant and It is notorious, for example, that at the present hour, the Thames is black night. Hos versus dicas, ne tu furto tua perdas.