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violently traversed three or four times each day by those currents of coach fiacres and omnibuses which； in a given time； crowd back the houses to the right and the left； for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact； and just as it is true to say that in large cities the sun makes the southern fronts of houses to vegetate and grow； it is certain that the frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets。
The symptoms of a new life are evident。 In this old provincial quarter； in the wildest nooks； the pavement shows itself； the sidewalks begin to crawl and to grow longer； even where there are as yet no pedestrians。
One morning；a memorable morning in July； 1845；black pots of bitumen were seen smoking there； on that day it might be said that civilization had arrived in the Rue de l'Ourcine； and that Paris had entered the suburb of Saint…Marceau。
BOOK FOURTH。THE GORBEAU HOVEL
CHAPTER II
A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER
It was in front of this Gorbeau house that Jean Valjean halted。 Like wild birds； he had chosen this desert place to construct his nest。
He fumbled in his waistcoat pocket； drew out a sort of a pass…key； opened the door； entered； closed it again carefully； and ascended the staircase； still carrying Cosette。
At the top of the stairs he drew from his pocket another key； with which he opened another door。
The chamber which he entered； and which he closed again instantly； was a kind of moderately spacious attic； furnished with a mattress laid on the floor； a table； and several chairs； a stove in which a fire was burning； and whose embers were visible； stood in one corner。
A lantern on the boulevard cast a vague light into this poor room。 At the extreme end there was a dressing…room with a folding bed； Jean Valjean carried the child to this bed and laid her down there without waking her。
He struck a match and lighted a candle。
All this was prepared beforehand on the table； and； as he had done on the previous evening； he began to scrutinize Cosette's face with a gaze full of ecstasy； in which the expression of kindness and tenderness almost amounted to aberration。
The little girl； with that tranquil confidence which belongs only to extreme strength and extreme weakness； had fallen asleep without knowing with whom she was； and continued to sleep without knowing where she was。
Jean Valjean bent down and kissed that child's hand。
Nine months before he had kissed the hand of the mother； who had also just fallen asleep。
The same sad； piercing； religious sentiment filled his heart。
He knelt beside Cosette's bed。
lt was broad daylight； and the child still slept。
A wan ray of the December sun penetrated the window of the attic and lay upon the ceiling in long threads of light and shade。
All at once a heavily laden carrier's cart； which was passing along the boulevard； shook the frail bed； like a clap of thunder； and made it quiver from top to bottom。
〃Yes； madame！〃 cried Cosette； waking with a start； 〃here I am！ here I am！〃
And she sprang out of bed； her eyes still half shut with the heaviness of sleep； extending her arms towards the corner of the wall。
〃Ah！ mon Dieu； my broom！〃 said she。
She opened her eyes wide now； and beheld the smiling countenance of Jean Valjean。
〃Ah！ so it is true！〃 said the child。
〃Good morning； Monsieur。〃
Children accept joy and happiness instantly and familiarly； being themselves by nature joy and happiness。
Cosette caught sight of Catherine at the foot of her bed； and took possession of her； and； as she played； she put a hundred questions to Jean Valjean。
Where was she？
Was Paris very large？ Was Madame Thenardier very far away？
Was she to go back？ etc。； etc。 All at once she exclaimed； 〃How pretty it is here！〃
It was a frightful hole； but she felt free。
〃Must I sweep？〃 she resumed at last。
〃Play！〃 said Jean Valjean。
The day passed thus。
Cosette； without troubling herself to understand anything； was inexpressibly happy with that doll and that kind man。
BOOK FOURTH。THE GORBEAU HOVEL
CHAPTER III
TWO MISFORTUNES MAKE ONE PIECE OF GOOD FORTUNE
On the following morning； at daybreak； Jean Valjean was still by Cosette's bedside； he watched there motionless； waiting for her to wake。
Some new thing had e into his soul。
Jean Valjean had never loved anything； for twenty…five years he had been alone in the world。
He had never been father； lover； husband； friend。 In the prison he had been vicious； gloomy； chaste； ignorant； and shy。
The heart of that ex…convict was full of virginity。 His sister and his sister's children had left him only a vague and far…off memory which had finally almost pletely vanished； he had made every effort to find them； and not having been able to find them； he had forgotten them。
Human nature is made thus； the other tender emotions of his youth； if he had ever had any； had fallen into an abyss。
When he saw Cosette； when he had taken possession of her； carried her off； and delivered her； he felt his heart moved within him。
All the passion and affection within him awoke； and rushed towards that child。
He approached the bed； where she lay sleeping； and trembled with joy。
He suffered all the pangs of a mother； and he knew not what it meant； for that great and singular movement of a heart which begins to love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing。
Poor old man； with a perfectly new heart！
Only； as he was five and fifty； and Cosette eight years of age； all that might have been love in the whole course of his life flowed together into a sort of ineffable light。
It was the second white apparition which he had encountered。 The Bishop had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon； Cosette caused the dawn of love to rise。
The early days passed in this dazzled state。
Cosette； on her side； had also； unknown to herself； bee another being； poor little thing！
She was so little when her mother left her； that she no longer remembered her。
Like all children； who resemble young shoots of the vine； which cling to everything； she had tried to love； she had not succeeded。
All had repulsed her； the Thenardiers； their children； other children。
She had loved the dog； and he had died； after which nothing and nobody would have anything to do with her。
It is a sad thing to say； and we have already intimated it； that； at eight years of age； her heart was cold。 It was not her fault； it was not the faculty of loving that she lacked； alas！ it was the possibility。
Thus； from the very first day； all her sentient and thinking powers loved this kind man。
She felt that which she had never felt beforea sensation of expansion。
The man no longer produced on her the effect of being old or poor； she thought Jean Valjean handsome； just as she thought the hovel pretty。
These are the effects of the dawn； of childhood； of joy。
The novelty of the earth and of life counts for something here。
Nothing is so charming as the coloring reflection of happiness on a garret。 We all have in our past a delightful garret。
Nature； a difference of fifty years； had set a profound gulf between Jean Valjean and Cosette； destiny filled in this gulf。 Destiny suddenly united and wedded with its irresistible power these two uprooted existences； differing in age； alike in sorrow。 One； in fact； pleted the other。
Cosette's instinct sought a father； as Jean Valjean's instinct sought a child。
To meet was to find each other。
At the mysterious moment when their hands touched； they were welded together。
When these two souls perceived each other； they recognized each other as necessary to each other； and embraced each other closely。
Taking the words in their most prehensive and absolute sense； we may say that； separated from every one by the walls of the tomb； Jean Valjean was the widower； and Cosette was the orphan： this situation caused Jean Valjean to bee Cosette's father after a celestial fashion。
And in truth； the mysterious impression produced on Cosette in the depths of the forest of Chelles by the hand of Jean Valjean grasping hers in the dark was not an illusion； but a reality。 The entrance of that man into the destiny of that child had been the advent of God。
Moreover； Jean Valjean had chosen his refuge well。
There he seemed perfectly secure。
The chamber with a dressing…room； which he occupied with Cosette； was the one whose window opened on the boulevard。
This being the only window in the house； no neighbors' glances were to be feared from across the way or at the side。
The ground…floor of Number 50…52； a sort of dilapidated penthouse； served as a wagon…house for market…gardeners； and no munication existed between it and the first story。
It was separated by the flooring； which had neither traps nor stairs； and which formed the diaphragm of the building； as it were。
The first story contained； as we have said； numerous chambers and several attics； only one of which was occupied by the old woman who took charge of Jean Valjean's housekeeping； all the rest was uninhabited。
It was this old woman； ornamented with the name of the principal lodger； and in reality intrusted with the functions of portress； who had let him the lodging on Christmas eve。
He had represented himself to her as a gentleman of means who had been ruined by Spanish bonds； who was ing there to live with his little daughter。 He had paid her six months in advance； and had missioned the old woman to furnish the chamber and dressing…room； as we have seen。 It was this good woman who had lighted the fire in the stove； and prepared everything on the evening of their arrival。
Week followed week； these two beings led a happy life in that hovel。
Cosette laughed； chattered； and sang from daybreak。
Children have their morning song as well as birds。
It sometimes happened that Jean Valjean clasped her tiny red hand； all cracked with chilblains； and kissed it。
The poor child； who was used to being beaten； did not know the meaning of this； and ran away in confusion。
At times she became serious and stared at her little black gown。 Cosette was no longer in rags； she was in mourning。
She had emerged from misery； and she was entering into life。
Jean Valjean had undertaken to teach her to read。
Sometimes； as he made the child spell； he remembered that it was with the idea of doing evil that he had learned to read in prison。
This idea had ended in teaching a child to read。
Then the ex…convict smiled with the pensive smile of the angels。
He felt in it a premeditation from on high； the will of some one who was not man； and he became absorbed in revery。
Good thoughts have their abysses as well as evil ones。
To teach Cosette to read； and to let her play； this constituted nearly the whole of Jean Valjean's existence。
And then he talked of her mother； and he made her pray。
She called him father； and knew no other name for him。
He passed hours in watching her dressing and undressing her doll； and in listening to her prattle。
Life； henceforth； appeared to him to be full of interest； men seemed to him good and just； he no longer reproached any one in thought； he saw no reason why he should not live to be a very old man； now that this child loved him。 He saw a whole future stretching out before him； illuminated by Cosette as by a charming light。
The best of us are not exempt from egotistical thoughts。
At times； he reflected with a sort of joy that she would be ugly。
This is only a personal opinion； but； to utter our whole thought； at the point where Jean Valjean had arrived when he began to love Cosette； it is by no means clear to us that he did not need this encouragement in order that he might persevere in well…doing。 He had just viewed the malice of men and the misery of society under a new aspect inplete aspects； which unfortunately only exhibited one side of the truth； the fate of woman as summed up in Fantine； and public authority as personified in Javert。
He had returned to prison； this time for having done right； he h