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here I am: but I have done my best; I concealedmyself under another name; I have become rich;I have become a mayor; I have tried to re-enterthe ranks of the honest. It seems that that is notto be done. In short, there are many things whichI cannot tell. I will not narrate the story of mylife to you; you will hear it one of these days. Irobbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it istrue that I robbed Little Gervais; they were rightin telling you that Jean Valjean was a very vi-cious wretch. Perhaps it was not altogether hisfault. Listen, honorable judges! a man who hasbeen so greatly humbled as I have has neitherany remonstrances to make to Providence, norany advice to give to society; but, you see, theinfamy from which I have tried to escape is aninjurious thing; the galleys make the convict whathe is; reflect upon that, if you please. Beforegoing to the galleys, I was a poor peasant, withvery little intelligence, a sort of idiot; the galleyswrought a change in me. I was stupid; I becamevicious: I was a block of wood; I became a fire-brand. Later on, indulgence and kindness savedme, as severity had ruined me. But, pardon me,you cannot understand what I am saying. Youwill find at my house, among the ashes in thefireplace, the forty-sou piece which I stole, sevenyears ago, from little Gervais. I have nothingfarther to add; take me. Good God! the district-attorney shakes his head; you say, ‘M.Madeleine has gone mad!’ you do not believeme! that is distressing. Do not, at least, con-demn this man! What! these men do not recog-nize me! I wish Javert were here; he would rec-ognize me.”Nothing can reproduce the sombre and kindlymelancholy of tone which accompanied thesewords.He turned to the three convicts, and said:—“Well, I recognize you; do you remember, Bre-vet?”He paused, hesitated for an instant, and said:—“Do you remember the knitted suspenders witha checked pattern which you wore in the gal-leys?”Brevet gave a start of surprise, and surveyedhim from head to foot with a frightened air. Hecontinued:—“Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself thename of ‘Jenie–Dieu,’ your whole right shoul-der bears a deep burn, because you one day laidyour shoulder against the chafing-dish full ofcoals, in order to efface the three letters T. F. P.,which are still visible, nevertheless; answer, isthis true?”“It is true,” said Chenildieu.He addressed himself to Cochepaille:—“Cochepaille, you have, near the bend in yourleft arm, a date stamped in blue letters with burntpowder; the date is that of the landing of theEmperor at Cannes, March 1, 1815; pull up yoursleeve!”Cochepaille pushed up his sleeve; all eyes werefocused on him and on his bare arm.A gendarme held a light close to it; there wasthe date.The unhappy man turned to the spectators andthe judges with a smile which still rends thehearts of all who saw it whenever they think ofit. It was a smile of triumph; it was also a smileof despair.“You see plainly,” he said, “that I am JeanValjean.”In that chamber there were no longer eitherjudges, accusers, nor gendarmes; there wasnothing but staring eyes and sympathizing hearts.No one recalled any longer the part that eachmight be called upon to play; the district-attor-ney forgot he was there for the purpose of pros-ecuting, the President that he was there to pre-side, the counsel for the defence that he wasthere to defend. It was a striking circumstancethat no question was put, that no authority inter-vened. The peculiarity of sublime spectacles is,that they capture all souls and turn witnessesinto spectators. No one, probably, could haveexplained what he felt; no one, probably, said tohimself that he was witnessing the splendid out-burst of a grand light: all felt themselves inwardlydazzled.It was evident that they had Jean Valjean beforetheir eyes. That was clear. The appearance of

tary salute. M. Madeleine turned towards thejury and the court, and said in a gentle voice:—“Gentlemen of the jury, order the prisoner to bereleased! Mr. President, have me arrested. Heis not the man whom you are in search of; it is I:I am Jean Valjean.”Not a mouth breathed; the first commotion ofastonishment had been followed by a silencelike that of the grave; those within the hall expe-rienced that sort of religious terror which seizesthe masses when something grand has beendone.In the meantime, the face of the President wasstamped with sympathy and sadness; he hadexchanged a rapid sign with the district-attor-ney and a few low-toned words with the assis-tant judges; he addressed the public, and askedin accents which all understood:—“Is there a physician present?”The district-attorney took the word:—“Gentlemen of the jury, the very strange andunexpected incident which disturbs the audienceinspires us, like yourselves, only with a senti-ment which it is unnecessary for us to express.You all know, by reputation at least, the honor-able M. Madeleine, mayor of M. sur M.; if thereis a physician in the audience, we join the Presi-dent in requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine,and to conduct him to his home.”M. Madeleine did not allow the district-attorneyto finish; he interrupted him in accents full ofsuavity and authority. These are the words whichhe uttered; here they are literally, as they werewritten down, immediately after the trial by oneof the witnesses to this scene, and as they nowring in the ears of those who heard them nearlyforty years ago:—“I thank you, Mr. District–Attorney, but I am notmad; you shall see; you were on the point ofcommitting a great error; release this man! I amfulfilling a duty; I am that miserable criminal. Iam the only one here who sees the matter clearly,and I am telling you the truth. God, who is onhigh, looks down on what I am doing at thismoment, and that suffices. You can take me, for

“Brevet! Chenildieu! Cochepaille! look here!”All who heard that voice were chilled, so la-mentable and terrible was it; all eyes were turnedto the point whence it had proceeded. A man,placed among the privileged spectators whowere seated behind the court, had just risen, hadpushed open the half-door which separated thetribunal from the audience, and was standing inthe middle of the hall; the President, the district-attorney, M. Bamatabois, twenty persons, rec-ognized him, and exclaimed in concert:—“M. Madeleine!”

CHAPTER IXTHE SYSTEM OF DENIALS

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The instant is solemn; there is still time to re-tract if you think you have been mistaken. Rise,prisoner. Brevet, take a good look at the accused,recall your souvenirs, and tell us on your souland conscience, if you persist in recognizingthis man as your former companion in the gal-leys, Jean Valjean?”Brevet looked at the prisoner, then turned to-wards the court.“Yes, Mr. President, I was the first to recognizehim, and I stick to it; that man is Jean Valjean,who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in 1815.I left a year later. He has the air of a brute now;but it must be because age has brutalized him;he was sly at the galleys: I recognize him posi-tively.”“Take your seat,” said the President. “Prisoner,remain standing.”Chenildieu was brought in, a prisoner for life, aswas indicated by his red cassock and his greencap. He was serving out his sentence at the gal-leys of Toulon, whence he had been brought forthis case. He was a small man of about fifty,brisk, wrinkled, frail, yellow, brazen-faced, fe-verish, who had a sort of sickly feebleness aboutall his limbs and his whole person, and an im-mense force in his glance. His companions inthe galleys had nicknamed him I-deny-God (Je-nie Dieu, Chenildieu).The President addressed him in nearly the samewords which he had used to Brevet. At the mo-ment when he reminded him of his infamy whichdeprived him of the right to take an oath,Chenildieu raised his head and looked the crowdin the face. The President invited him to reflec-tion, and asked him as he had asked Brevet, ifhe persisted in recognition of the prisoner.Chenildieu burst out laughing.“Pardieu, as if I didn’t recognize him! We wereattached to the same chain for five years. Soyou are sulking, old fellow?”“Go take your seat,” said the President.The usher brought in Cochepaille. He was an-other convict for life, who had come from thegalleys, and was dressed in red, like Chenildieu,was a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear ofthe Pyrenees. He had guarded the flocks amongthe mountains, and from a shepherd he hadslipped into a brigand. Cochepaille was no lesssavage and seemed even more stupid than theprisoner. He was one of those wretched menwhom nature has sketched out for wild beasts,and on whom society puts the finishing touchesas convicts in the galleys.The President tried to touch him with some graveand pathetic words, and asked him, as he hadasked the other two, if he persisted, without hesi-tation or trouble, in recognizing the man whowas standing before him.“He is Jean Valjean,” said Cochepaille. “Hewas even called Jean-the-Screw, because hewas so strong.”Each of these affirmations from these three men,evidently sincere and in good faith, had raisedin the audience a murmur of bad augury for theprisoner,— a murmur which increased and lastedlonger each time that a fresh declaration wasadded to the proceeding.The prisoner had listened to them, with that as-tounded face which was, according to the accu-sation, his principal means of defence; at thefirst, the gendarmes, his neighbors, had heardhim mutter between his teeth: “Ah, well, he’s anice one!” after the second, he said, a little louder,with an air that was almost that of satisfaction,“Good!” at the third, he cried, “Famous!”The President addressed him:—“Have you heard, prisoner? What have you tosay?”He replied:—“I say, ‘Famous!’”An uproar broke out among the audience, andwas communicated to the jury; it was evidentthat the man was lost.“Ushers,” said the President, “enforce silence!I am going to sum up the arguments.”At that moment there was a movement just be-side the President; a voice was heard crying:—

CHAPTER XICHAMPMATHIEU MORE

AND MORE ASTONISHED

It was he, in fact. The clerk’s lamp illumined hiscountenance. He held his hat in his hand; therewas no disorder in his clothing; his coat wascarefully buttoned; he was very pale, and hetrembled slightly; his hair, which had still beengray on his arrival in Arras, was now entirelywhite: it had turned white during the hour he hadsat there.All heads were raised: the sensation was inde-scribable; there was a momentary hesitation inthe audience, the voice had been so heart-rend-ing; the man who stood there appeared so calmthat they did not understand at first. They askedthemselves whether he had indeed uttered thatcry; they could not believe that that tranquil manhad been the one to give that terrible outcry.This indecision only lasted a few seconds. Evenbefore the President and the district-attorneycould utter a word, before the ushers and thegendarmes could make a gesture, the manwhom all still called, at that moment, M.Madeleine, had advanced towards the witnessesCochepaille, Brevet, and Chenildieu.“Do you not recognize me?” said he.All three remained speechless, and indicatedby a sign of the head that they did not know him.Cochepaille, who was intimidated, made a mili-

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From Page 27this man had sufficed to suffuse with light thatmatter which had been so obscure but a mo-ment previously, without any further explana-tion: the whole crowd, as by a sort of electricrevelation, understood instantly and at a singleglance the simple and magnificent history of aman who was delivering himself up so that an-other man might not be condemned in his stead.The details, the hesitations, little possible oppo-sitions, were swallowed up in that vast and lu-minous fact.It was an impression which vanished speedily,but which was irresistible at the moment.“I do not wish to disturb the court further,” re-sumed Jean Valjean. “I shall withdraw, sinceyou do not arrest me. I have many things to do.The district-attorney knows who I am; he knowswhither I am going; he can have me arrestedwhen he likes.”He directed his steps towards the door. Not avoice was raised, not an arm extended to hinderhim. All stood aside. At that moment there wasabout him that divine something which causesmultitudes to stand aside and make way for aman. He traversed the crowd slowly. It was neverknown who opened the door, but it is certain thathe found the door open when he reached it. Onarriving there he turned round and said:—“I am at your command, Mr. District–Attorney.”Then he addressed the audience:—“All of you, all who are present — consider meworthy of pity, do you not? Good God! When Ithink of what I was on the point of doing, I con-sider that I am to be envied. Nevertheless, Ishould have preferred not to have had this oc-cur.”He withdrew, and the door closed behind him asit had opened, for those who do certain sover-eign things are always sure of being served bysome one in the crowd.Less than an hour after this, the verdict of thejury freed the said Champmathieu from all ac-cusations; and Champmathieu, being at oncereleased, went off in a state of stupefaction,thinking that all men were fools, and compre-hending nothing of this vision.

“Well!”He uttered the word indifferently, and as thoughhis mind were on something else.The sister felt chilled by something strange ofwhich she caught a glimpse in all this.He inquired:—“Can I see her?”“Is not Monsieur le Maire going to have herchild brought back to her?” said the sister, hardlyventuring to put the question.“Of course; but it will take two or three days atleast.”“If she were not to see Monsieur le Maire untilthat time,” went on the sister, timidly, “she wouldnot know that Monsieur le Maire had returned,and it would be easy to inspire her with patience;and when the child arrived, she would naturallythink Monsieur le Maire had just come with thechild. We should not have to enact a lie.”M. Madeleine seemed to reflect for a few mo-ments; then he said with his calm gravity:—“No, sister, I must see her. I may, perhaps, be inhaste.”The nun did not appear to notice this word “per-haps,” which communicated an obscure andsingular sense to the words of the mayor’sspeech. She replied, lowering her eyes and hervoice respectfully:—“In that case, she is asleep; but Monsieur leMaire may enter.”He made some remarks about a door whichshut badly, and the noise of which might awakenthe sick woman; then he entered Fantine’s cham-ber, approached the bed and drew aside the cur-tains. She was asleep. Her breath issued fromher breast with that tragic sound which is pecu-liar to those maladies, and which breaks thehearts of mothers when they are watchingthrough the night beside their sleeping child whois condemned to death. But this painful respira-tion hardly troubled a sort of ineffable serenitywhich overspread her countenance, and whichtransfigured her in her sleep. Her pallor hadbecome whiteness; her cheeks were crimson;her long golden lashes, the only beauty of heryouth and her virginity which remained to her,palpitated, though they remained closed anddrooping. Her whole person was trembling withan indescribable unfolding of wings, all ready toopen wide and bear her away, which could befelt as they rustled, though they could not beseen. To see her thus, one would never havedreamed that she was an invalid whose life wasalmost despaired of. She resembled rather some-thing on the point of soaring away than some-thing on the point of dying.The branch trembles when a hand approachesit to pluck a flower, and seems to both withdrawand to offer itself at one and the same time. Thehuman body has something of this tremor whenthe instant arrives in which the mysterious fin-gers of Death are about to pluck the soul.M. Madeleine remained for some time motion-less beside that bed, gazing in turn upon the sickwoman and the crucifix, as he had done twomonths before, on the day when he had comefor the first time to see her in that asylum. Theywere both still there in the same attitude — shesleeping, he praying; only now, after the lapseof two months, her hair was gray and his waswhite.The sister had not entered with him. He stoodbeside the bed, with his finger on his lips, asthough there were some one in the chamberwhom he must enjoin to silence.She opened her eyes, saw him, and said quietly,with a smile:—“And Cosette?”

now made his appearance. He came to the aidof M. Madeleine.“Calm yourself, my child,” said the doctor;“your child is here.”Fantine’s eyes beamed and filled her whole facewith light. She clasped her hands with an ex-pression which contained all that is possible toprayer in the way of violence and tenderness.“Oh!” she exclaimed, “bring her to me!”Touching illusion of a mother! Cosette was, forher, still the little child who is carried.“Not yet,” said the doctor, “not just now. Youstill have some fever. The sight of your childwould agitate you and do you harm. You mustbe cured first.”She interrupted him impetuously:—“But I am cured! Oh, I tell you that I am cured!What an ass that doctor is! The idea! I want tosee my child!”“You see,” said the doctor, “how excited youbecome. So long as you are in this state I shalloppose your having your child. It is not enoughto see her; it is necessary that you should live forher. When you are reasonable, I will bring her toyou myself.”The poor mother bowed her head.“I beg your pardon, doctor, I really beg yourpardon. Formerly I should never have spokenas I have just done; so many misfortunes havehappened to me, that I sometimes do not knowwhat I am saying. I understand you; you fear theemotion. I will wait as long as you like, but Iswear to you that it would not have harmed meto see my daughter. I have been seeing her; Ihave not taken my eyes from her since yester-day evening. Do you know? If she were broughtto me now, I should talk to her very gently. Thatis all. Is it not quite natural that I should desire tosee my daughter, who has been brought to meexpressly from Montfermeil? I am not angry. Iknow well that I am about to be happy. All nightlong I have seen white things, and persons whosmiled at me. When Monsieur le Docteurpleases, he shall bring me Cosette. I have nolonger any fever; I am well. I am perfectly con-scious that there is nothing the matter with meany more; but I am going to behave as though Iwere ill, and not stir, to please these ladies here.When it is seen that I am very calm, they willsay, ‘She must have her child.’”M. Madeleine was sitting on a chair beside thebed. She turned towards him; she was making avisible effort to be calm and “very good,” asshe expressed it in the feebleness of illnesswhich resembles infancy, in order that, seeingher so peaceable, they might make no difficultyabout bringing Cosette to her. But while she con-trolled herself she could not refrain from ques-tioning M. Madeleine.“Did you have a pleasant trip, Monsieur leMaire? Oh! how good you were to go and gether for me! Only tell me how she is. Did shestand the journey well? Alas! she will not recog-nize me. She must have forgotten me by thistime, poor darling! Children have no memories.They are like birds. A child sees one thing todayand another thing tomorrow, and thinks of noth-ing any longer. And did she have white linen?Did those Thenardiers keep her clean? Howhave they fed her? Oh! if you only knew how Ihave suffered, putting such questions as that tomyself during all the time of my wretchedness.Now, it is all past. I am happy. Oh, how I shouldlike to see her! Do you think her pretty, Mon-sieur le Maire? Is not my daughter beautiful?You must have been very cold in that diligence!Could she not be brought for just one little in-stant? She might be taken away directly after-wards. Tell me; you are the master; it could beso if you chose!”He took her hand. “Cosette is beautiful,” he said,“Cosette is well. You shall see her soon; butcalm yourself; you are talking with too muchvivacity, and you are throwing your arms outfrom under the clothes, and that makes youcough.”In fact, fits of coughing interrupted Fantine atnearly every word.Fantine did not murmur; she feared that she hadinjured by her too passionate lamentations theconfidence which she was desirous of inspiring,and she began to talk of indifferent things.“Montfermeil is quite pretty, is it not? People gothere on pleasure parties in summer. Are theThenardiers prosperous? There are not manytravellers in their parts. That inn of theirs is asort of a cook-shop.”M. Madeleine was still holding her hand, andgazing at her with anxiety; it was evident that hehad come to tell her things before which his

mind now hesitated. The doctor, having finishedhis visit, retired. Sister Simplice remained alonewith them.But in the midst of this pause Fantine ex-claimed:—“I hear her! mon Dieu, I hear her!”She stretched out her arm to enjoin silence abouther, held her breath, and began to listen withrapture.There was a child playing in the yard — thechild of the portress or of some work-woman. Itwas one of those accidents which are alwaysoccurring, and which seem to form a part of themysterious stage-setting of mournful scenes. Thechild — a little girl — was going and coming,running to warm herself, laughing, singing atthe top of her voice. Alas! in what are the playsof children not intermingled. It was this little girlwhom Fantine heard singing.“Oh!” she resumed, “it is my Cosette! I recog-nize her voice.”The child retreated as it had come; the voicedied away. Fantine listened for a while longer,then her face clouded over, and M. Madeleineheard her say, in a low voice: “How wicked thatdoctor is not to allow me to see my daughter!That man has an evil countenance, that he has.”But the smiling background of her thoughts cameto the front again. She continued to talk to her-self, with her head resting on the pillow: “Howhappy we are going to be! We shall have a littlegarden the very first thing; M. Madeleine haspromised it to me. My daughter will play in thegarden. She must know her letters by this time.I will make her spell. She will run over the grassafter butterflies. I will watch her. Then she willtake her first communion. Ah! when will shetake her first communion?”She began to reckon on her fingers.“One, two, three, four — she is seven years old.In five years she will have a white veil, andopenwork stockings; she will look like a littlewoman. O my good sister, you do not know howfoolish I become when I think of my daughter’sfirst communion!”She began to laugh.He had released Fantine’s hand. He listened toher words as one listens to the sighing of thebreeze, with his eyes on the ground, his mindabsorbed in reflection which had no bottom. Allat once she ceased speaking, and this causedhim to raise his head mechanically. Fantine hadbecome terrible.She no longer spoke, she no longer breathed;she had raised herself to a sitting posture, herthin shoulder emerged from her chemise; herface, which had been radiant but a moment be-fore, was ghastly, and she seemed to have fixedher eyes, rendered large with terror, on some-thing alarming at the other extremity of the room.“Good God!” he exclaimed; “what ails you,Fantine?”She made no reply; she did not remove her eyesfrom the object which she seemed to see. Sheremoved one hand from his arm, and with theother made him a sign to look behind him.He turned, and beheld Javert.

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BOOK EIGHTH.— A COUNTER-BLOWCHAPTER I

IN WHAT MIRROR M. MADELEINECONTEMPLATES HIS HAIR

The day had begun to dawn. Fantine had passeda sleepless and feverish night, filled with happyvisions; at daybreak she fell asleep. SisterSimplice, who had been watching with her,availed herself of this slumber to go and preparea new potion of chinchona. The worthy sisterhad been in the laboratory of the infirmary but afew moments, bending over her drugs and phi-als, and scrutinizing things very closely, on ac-count of the dimness which the half-light of dawnspreads over all objects. Suddenly she raisedher head and uttered a faint shriek. M.Madeleine stood before her; he had just enteredsilently.“Is it you, Mr. Mayor?” she exclaimed.He replied in a low voice:—“How is that poor woman?”“Not so bad just now; but we have been veryuneasy.”She explained to him what had passed: thatFantine had been very ill the day before, andthat she was better now, because she thoughtthat the mayor had gone to Montfermeil to gether child. The sister dared not question the mayor;but she perceived plainly from his air that hehad not come from there.“All that is good,” said he; “you were right notto undeceive her.”“Yes,” responded the sister; “but now, Mr.Mayor, she will see you and will not see herchild. What shall we say to her?”He reflected for a moment.“God will inspire us,” said he.“But we cannot tell a lie,” murmured the sister,half aloud.It was broad daylight in the room. The light fellfull on M. Madeleine’s face. The sister chancedto raise her eyes to it.“Good God, sir!” she exclaimed; “what hashappened to you? Your hair is perfectly white!”“White!” said he.Sister Simplice had no mirror. She rummagedin a drawer, and pulled out the little glass whichthe doctor of the infirmary used to see whethera patient was dead and whether he no longerbreathed. M. Madeleine took the mirror, lookedat his hair, and said:—

CHAPTER IIFANTINE HAPPY

She made no movement of either surprise or ofjoy; she was joy itself. That simple question,“And Cosette?” was put with so profound a faith,with so much certainty, with such a completeabsence of disquiet and of doubt, that he foundnot a word of reply. She continued:—“I knew that you were there. I was asleep, but Isaw you. I have seen you for a long, long time. Ihave been following you with my eyes all nightlong. You were in a glory, and you had aroundyou all sorts of celestial forms.”He raised his glance to the crucifix.“But,” she resumed, “tell me where Cosette is.Why did not you place her on my bed againstthe moment of my waking?”He made some mechanical reply which he wasnever afterwards able to recall.Fortunately, the doctor had been warned, and he

CHAPTER IIIJAVERT SATISFIED

This is what had taken place.The half-hour after midnight had just struck whenM. Madeleine quitted the Hall of Assizes in Arras.He regained his inn just in time to set out again bythe mail-wagon, in which he had engaged his place.A little before six o’clock in the morning he hadarrived at M. sur M., and his first care had been topost a letter to M. Laffitte, then to enter the infir-mary and see Fantine.However, he had hardly quitted the audience hallof the Court of Assizes, when the district-attorney,recovering from his first shock, had taken the wordto deplore the mad deed of the honorable mayor ofM. sur M., to declare that his convictions had notbeen in the least modified by that curious incident,which would be explained thereafter, and to de-mand, in the meantime, the condemnation of thatChampmathieu, who was evidently the real JeanValjean. The district-attorney’s persistence wasvisibly at variance with the sentiments of everyone, of the public, of the court, and of the jury. Thecounsel for the defence had some difficulty in re-futing this harangue and in establishing that, in con-sequence of the revelations of M. Madeleine, thatis to say, of the real Jean Valjean, the aspect of thematter had been thoroughly altered, and that thejury had before their eyes now only an innocentman. Thence the lawyer had drawn some .

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From Page 28epiphonemas, not very fresh, unfortunately, uponjudicial errors, etc., etc.; the President, in his sum-ming up, had joined the counsel for the defence,and in a few minutes the jury had thrownChampmathieu out of the case.Nevertheless, the district-attorney was bent on hav-ing a Jean Valjean; and as he had no longerChampmathieu, he took Madeleine.Immediately after Champmathieu had been set atliberty, the district-attorney shut himself up with thePresident. They conferred “as to the necessity ofseizing the person of M. le Maire of M. sur M.”This phrase, in which there was a great deal of of,is the district-attorney’s, written with his own hand,on the minutes of his report to the attorney-general.His first emotion having passed off, the Presidentdid not offer many objections. Justice must, afterall, take its course. And then, when all was said,although the President was a kindly and a tolerablyintelligent man, he was, at the same time, a de-voted and almost an ardent royalist, and he hadbeen shocked to hear the Mayor of M. sur M. saythe Emperor, and not Bonaparte, when alluding tothe landing at Cannes.The order for his arrest was accordingly des-patched. The district-attorney forwarded it to M.sur M. by a special messenger, at full speed, andentrusted its execution to Police Inspector JavertThe reader knows that Javert had returned to M.sur M. immediately after having given his deposi-tion.Javert was just getting out of bed when the mes-senger handed him the order of arrest and the com-mand to produce the prisoner.The messenger himself was a very clever mem-ber of the police, who, in two words, informed Javertof what had taken place at Arras. The order ofarrest, signed by the district-attorney, was couchedin these words: “Inspector Javert will apprehendthe body of the Sieur Madeleine, mayor of M. surM., who, in this day’s session of the court, wasrecognized as the liberated convict, Jean Valjean.”Any one who did not know Javert, and who hadchanced to see him at the moment when he pen-etrated the antechamber of the infirmary, couldhave divined nothing of what had taken place, andwould have thought his air the most ordinary in theworld. He was cool, calm, grave, his gray hair wasperfectly smooth upon his temples, and he had justmounted the stairs with his habitual deliberation.Any one who was thoroughly acquainted with him,and who had examined him attentively at the mo-ment, would have shuddered. The buckle of hisleather stock was under his left ear instead of at thenape of his neck. This betrayed unwonted agita-tion.Javert was a complete character, who never had awrinkle in his duty or in his uniform; methodicalwith malefactors, rigid with the buttons of his coat.That he should have set the buckle of his stockawry, it was indispensable that there should havetaken place in him one of those emotions whichmay be designated as internal earthquakes.He had come in a simple way, had made a requisi-tion on the neighboring post for a corporal and foursoldiers, had left the soldiers in the courtyard, hadhad Fantine’s room pointed out to him by the portress,who was utterly unsuspicious, accustomed as shewas to seeing armed men inquiring for the mayor.On arriving at Fantine’s chamber, Javert turned thehandle, pushed the door open with the gentlenessof a sick-nurse or a police spy, and entered.Properly speaking, he did not enter. He stood erectin the half-open door, his hat on his head and his lefthand thrust into his coat, which was buttoned up tothe chin. In the bend of his elbow the leaden headof his enormous cane, which was hidden behindhim, could be seen.Thus he remained for nearly a minute, without hispresence being perceived. All at once Fantine raisedher eyes, saw him, and made M. Madeleine turnround.The instant that Madeleine’s glance encounteredJavert’s glance, Javert, without stirring, withoutmoving from his post, without approaching him,became terrible. No human sentiment can be asterrible as joy.It was the visage of a demon who has just found hisdamned soul.The satisfaction of at last getting hold of JeanValjean caused all that was in his soul to appear inhis countenance. The depths having been stirredup, mounted to the surface. The humiliation of hav-ing, in some slight degree, lost the scent, and ofhaving indulged, for a few moments, in an errorwith regard to Champmathieu, was effaced by prideat having so well and accurately divined in the firstplace, and of having for so long cherished a justinstinct. Javert’s content shone forth in his sover-

eign attitude. The deformity of triumph overspreadthat narrow brow. All the demonstrations of horrorwhich a satisfied face can afford were there.Javert was in heaven at that moment. Without put-ting the thing clearly to himself, but with a confusedintuition of the necessity of his presence and of hissuccess, he, Javert, personified justice, light, andtruth in their celestial function of crushing out evil.Behind him and around him, at an infinite distance,he had authority, reason, the case judged, the legalconscience, the public prosecution, all the stars; hewas protecting order, he was causing the law toyield up its thunders, he was avenging society, hewas lending a helping hand to the absolute, he wasstanding erect in the midst of a glory. There existedin his victory a remnant of defiance and of combat.Erect, haughty, brilliant, he flaunted abroad in openday the superhuman bestiality of a ferocious arch-angel. The terrible shadow of the action which hewas accomplishing caused the vague flash of thesocial sword to be visible in his clenched fist; happyand indignant, he held his heel upon crime, vice,rebellion, perdition, hell; he was radiant, he exter-minated, he smiled, and there was an incontest-able grandeur in this monstrous Saint Michael.Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble abouthim.Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense ofduty, are things which may become hideous whenwrongly directed; but which, even when hideous,remain grand: their majesty, the majesty peculiarto the human conscience, clings to them in themidst of horror; they are virtues which have onevice,— error. The honest, pitiless joy of a fanatic inthe full flood of his atrocity preserves a certainlugubriously venerable radiance. Without himselfsuspecting the fact, Javert in his formidable happi-ness was to be pitied, as is every ignorant man whotriumphs. Nothing could be so poignant and so ter-rible as this face, wherein was displayed all thatmay be designated as the evil of the good.

She beheld Javert, the police spy, seize the mayorby the collar; she saw the mayor bow his head.It seemed to her that the world was coming toan end.Javert had, in fact, grasped Jean Valjean by thecollar.“Monsieur le Maire!” shrieked Fantine.Javert burst out laughing with that frightful laughwhich displayed all his gums.“There is no longer any Monsieur le Mairehere!”Jean Valjean made no attempt to disengage thehand which grasped the collar of his coat. Hesaid:—“Javert —”Javert interrupted him: “Call me Mr. Inspec-tor.”“Monsieur,” said Jean Valjean, “I should like tosay a word to you in private.”“Aloud! Say it aloud!” replied Javert; “peopleare in the habit of talking aloud to me.”Jean Valjean went on in a lower tone:—“I have a request to make of you —”“I tell you to speak loud.”“But you alone should hear it —”“What difference does that make to me? I shallnot listen.”Jean Valjean turned towards him and said veryrapidly and in a very low voice:—“Grant me three days’ grace! three days inwhich to go and fetch the child of this unhappywoman. I will pay whatever is necessary. Youshall accompany me if you choose.”“You are making sport of me!” cried Javert.“Come now, I did not think you such a fool! Youask me to give you three days in which to runaway! You say that it is for the purpose of fetch-ing that creature’s child! Ah! Ah! That’s good!That’s really capital!”Fantine was seized with a fit of trembling.“My child!” she cried, “to go and fetch my child!She is not here, then! Answer me, sister; whereis Cosette? I want my child! MonsieurMadeleine! Monsieur le Maire!”Javert stamped his foot.“And now there’s the other one! Will you holdyour tongue, you hussy? It’s a pretty sort of aplace where convicts are magistrates, and wherewomen of the town are cared for like count-esses! Ah! But we are going to change all that; itis high time!”He stared intently at Fantine, and added, oncemore taking into his grasp Jean Valjean’s cra-vat, shirt and collar:—“I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleineand that there is no Monsieur le Maire. There isa thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean Valjean!And I have him in my grasp! That’s what thereis!”Fantine raised herself in bed with a bound, sup-porting herself on her stiffened arms and on bothhands: she gazed at Jean Valjean, she gazed atJavert, she gazed at the nun, she opened hermouth as though to speak; a rattle proceededfrom the depths of her throat, her teeth chat-tered; she stretched out her arms in her agony,opening her hands convulsively, and fumblingabout her like a drowning person; then suddenlyfell back on her pillow.Her head struck the head-board of the bed andfell forwards on her breast, with gaping mouthand staring, sightless eyes.She was dead.Jean Valjean laid his hand upon the detaininghand of Javert, and opened it as he would haveopened the hand of a baby; then he said toJavert:—“You have murdered that woman.”“Let’s have an end of this!” shouted Javert, in afury; “I am not here to listen to argument. Let useconomize all that; the guard is below; marchon instantly, or you’ll get the thumb-screws!”In the corner of the room stood an old iron bed-stead, which was in a decidedly decrepit state,and which served the sisters as a camp-bedwhen they were watching with the sick. JeanValjean stepped up to this bed, in a twinklingwrenched off the head-piece, which was alreadyin a dilapidated condition, an easy matter tomuscles like his, grasped the principal rod like abludgeon, and glanced at Javert. Javert retreatedtowards the door. Jean Valjean, armed with hisbar of iron, walked slowly up to Fantine’s couch.When he arrived there he turned and said toJavert, in a voice that was barely audible:—“I advise you not to disturb me at this moment.”One thing is certain, and that is, that Javerttrembled.It did occur to him to summon the guard, butJean Valjean might avail himself of that mo-

ment to effect his escape; so he remained,grasped his cane by the small end, and leanedagainst the door-post, without removing his eyesfrom Jean Valjean.Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at thehead of the bed, and his brow on his hand, andbegan to contemplate the motionless body ofFantine, which lay extended there. He remainedthus, mute, absorbed, evidently with no furtherthought of anything connected with this life. Uponhis face and in his attitude there was nothing butinexpressible pity. After a few moments of thismeditation he bent towards Fantine, and spoketo her in a low voice.What did he say to her? What could this man,who was reproved, say to that woman, who wasdead? What words were those? No one on earthheard them. Did the dead woman hear them?There are some touching illusions which are,perhaps, sublime realities. The point as to whichthere exists no doubt is, that Sister Simplice, thesole witness of the incident, often said that at themoment that Jean Valjean whispered in Fantine’sear, she distinctly beheld an ineffable smile dawnon those pale lips, and in those dim eyes, filledwith the amazement of the tomb.Jean Valjean took Fantine’s head in both hishands, and arranged it on the pillow as a mothermight have done for her child; then he tied thestring of her chemise, and smoothed her hairback under her cap. That done, he closed hereyes.Fantine’s face seemed strangely illuminated atthat moment.Death, that signifies entrance into the great light.Fantine’s hand was hanging over the side of thebed. Jean Valjean knelt down before that hand,lifted it gently, and kissed it.Then he rose, and turned to Javert.“Now,” said he, “I am at your disposal.”

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Fantine had not seen Javert since the day onwhich the mayor had torn her from the man.Her ailing brain comprehended nothing, but theonly thing which she did not doubt was that hehad come to get her. She could not endure thatterrible face; she felt her life quitting her; shehid her face in both hands, and shrieked in heranguish:—“Monsieur Madeleine, save me!”Jean Valjean — we shall henceforth not speakof him otherwise — had risen. He said to Fantinein the gentlest and calmest of voices:—“Be at ease; it is not for you that he is come.”Then he addressed Javert, and said:—“I know what you want.”Javert replied:—“Be quick about it!”There lay in the inflection of voice which ac-companied these words something indescrib-ably fierce and frenzied. Javert did not say, “Bequick about it!” he said “Bequiabouit.”No orthography can do justice to the accent withwhich it was uttered: it was no longer a humanword: it was a roar.He did not proceed according to his custom, hedid not enter into the matter, he exhibited nowarrant of arrest. In his eyes, Jean Valjean wasa sort of mysterious combatant, who was not tobe laid hands upon, a wrestler in the dark whomhe had had in his grasp for the last five years,without being able to throw him. This arrest wasnot a beginning, but an end. He confined him-self to saying, “Be quick about it!”As he spoke thus, he did not advance a singlestep; he hurled at Jean Valjean a glance whichhe threw out like a grappling-hook, and withwhich he was accustomed to draw wretchesviolently to him.It was this glance which Fantine had felt pen-etrating to the very marrow of her bones twomonths previously.At Javert’s exclamation, Fantine opened hereyes once more. But the mayor was there; whathad she to fear?Javert advanced to the middle of the room, andcried:—“See here now! Art thou coming?”The unhappy woman glanced about her. No onewas present excepting the nun and the mayor.To whom could that abject use of “thou” beaddressed? To her only. She shuddered.Then she beheld a most unprecedented thing, athing so unprecedented that nothing equal to ithad appeared to her even in the blackest deliri-ums of fever.

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Javert deposited Jean Valjean in the city prison.The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sen-sation, or rather, an extraordinary commotion inM. sur M. We are sorry that we cannot concealthe fact, that at the single word, “He was a con-vict,” nearly every one deserted him. In lessthan two hours all the good that he had done hadbeen forgotten, and he was nothing but a “con-vict from the galleys.” It is just to add that thedetails of what had taken place at Arras werenot yet known. All day long conversations likethe following were to be heard in all quarters ofthe town:—“You don’t know? He was a liberated convict!”“Who?” “The mayor.” “Bah! M. Madeleine?”“Yes.” “Really?” “His name was not Madeleineat all; he had a frightful name, Bejean, Bojean,Boujean.” “Ah! Good God!” “He has been ar-rested.” “Arrested!” “In prison, in the city prison,while waiting to be transferred.” “Until he istransferred!” “He is to be transferred!” “Whereis he to be taken?” “He will be tried at the As-sizes for a highway robbery which he commit-ted long ago.” “Well! I suspected as much. Thatman was too good, too perfect, too affected. Herefused the cross; he bestowed sous on all thelittle scamps he came across. I always thoughtthere was some evil history back of all that.”The “drawing-rooms” particularly abounded inremarks of this nature.One old lady, a subscriber to the Drapeau Blanc,made the following remark, the depth of whichit is impossible to fathom:—“I am not sorry. It will be a lesson to theBonapartists!”It was thus that the phantom which had beencalled M. Madeleine vanished from M. sur M.Only three or four persons in all the town re-mained faithful to his memory. The old portresswho had served him was among the number.On the evening of that day the worthy old womanwas sitting in her lodge, still in a thorough fright,and absorbed in sad reflections. The factory hadbeen closed all day, the carriage gate was bolted,the street was deserted. There was no one in thehouse but the two nuns, Sister Perpetue and Sis-ter Simplice, who were watching beside the bodyof Fantine.Towards the hour when M. Madeleine was ac-customed to return home, the good portress rosemechanically, took from a drawer the key of M.Madeleine’s chamber, and the flat candlestickwhich he used every evening to go up to hisquarters; then she hung the key on the nailwhence he was accustomed to take it, and set

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From Page 37the candlestick on one side, as though she wasexpecting him. Then she sat down again on herchair, and became absorbed in thought oncemore. The poor, good old woman bad done allthis without being conscious of it.It was only at the expiration of two hours thatshe roused herself from her revery, and ex-claimed, “Hold! My good God Jesus! And I hunghis key on the nail!”At that moment the small window in the lodgeopened, a hand passed through, seized the keyand the candlestick, and lighted the taper at thecandle which was burning there.The portress raised her eyes, and stood therewith gaping mouth, and a shriek which she con-fined to her throat.She knew that hand, that arm, the sleeve of thatcoat.It was M. Madeleine.It was several seconds before she could speak;she had a seizure, as she said herself, when sherelated the adventure afterwards.“Good God, Monsieur le Maire,” she cried atlast, “I thought you were —”She stopped; the conclusion of her sentencewould have been lacking in respect towards thebeginning. Jean Valjean was still Monsieur leMaire to her.He finished her thought.“In prison,” said he. “I was there; I broke a barof one of the windows; I let myself drop fromthe top of a roof, and here I am. I am going up tomy room; go and find Sister Simplice for me.She is with that poor woman, no doubt.”The old woman obeyed in all haste.He gave her no orders; he was quite sure thatshe would guard him better than he should guardhimself.No one ever found out how he had managed toget into the courtyard without opening the biggates. He had, and always carried about him, apass-key which opened a little side-door; but hemust have been searched, and his latch-key musthave been taken from him. This point was neverexplained.He ascended the staircase leading to his cham-ber. On arriving at the top, he left his candle onthe top step of his stairs, opened his door withvery little noise, went and closed his windowand his shutters by feeling, then returned for hiscandle and re-entered his room.

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“Sister,” said he, “are you alone in this room?”A terrible moment ensued, during which the poorportress felt as though she should faint.The sister raised her eyes and answered:—“Yes.”“Then,” resumed Javert, “you will excuse meif I persist; it is my duty; you have not seen acertain person — a man — this evening? Hehas escaped; we are in search of him — thatJean Valjean; you have not seen him?”The sister replied:—“No.”She lied. She had lied twice in succession, oneafter the other, without hesitation, promptly, as aperson does when sacrificing herself.“Pardon me,” said Javert, and he retired with adeep bow.O sainted maid! you left this world many yearsago; you have rejoined your sisters, the virgins,and your brothers, the angels, in the light; maythis lie be counted to your credit in paradise!The sister’s affirmation was for Javert so deci-sive a thing that he did not even observe thesingularity of that candle which had but just beenextinguished, and which was still smoking onthe table.An hour later, a man, marching amid trees andmists, was rapidly departing from M. sur M. inthe direction of Paris. That man was JeanValjean. It has been established by the testimonyof two or three carters who met him, that he wascarrying a bundle; that he was dressed in ablouse. Where had he obtained that blouse? Noone ever found out. But an aged workman haddied in the infirmary of the factory a few daysbefore, leaving behind him nothing but his blouse.Perhaps that was the one.One last word about Fantine.We all have a mother,— the earth. Fantine wasgiven back to that mother.The cure thought that he was doing right, andperhaps he really was, in reserving as muchmoney as possible from what Jean Valjean hadleft for the poor. Who was concerned, after all?A convict and a woman of the town. That is whyhe had a very simple funeral for Fantine, andreduced it to that strictly necessary form knownas the pauper’s grave.So Fantine was buried in the free corner of thecemetery which belongs to anybody and every-body, and where the poor are lost. Fortunately,God knows where to find the soul again. Fantinewas laid in the shade, among the first bones thatcame to hand; she was subjected to the promis-cuousness of ashes. She was thrown into thepublic grave. Her grave resembled her bed.

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It was a useful precaution; it will be recollectedthat his window could be seen from the street.He cast a glance about him, at his table, at hischair, at his bed which had not been disturbedfor three days. No trace of the disorder of thenight before last remained. The portress had“done up” his room; only she had picked out ofthe ashes and placed neatly on the table the twoiron ends of the cudgel and the forty-sou piecewhich had been blackened by the fire.He took a sheet of paper, on which he wrote:“These are the two tips of my iron-shod cudgeland the forty-sou piece stolen from LittleGervais, which I mentioned at the Court of As-sizes,” and he arranged this piece of paper, thebits of iron, and the coin in such a way that theywere the first things to be seen on entering theroom. From a cupboard he pulled out one of hisold shirts, which he tore in pieces. In the stripsof linen thus prepared he wrapped the two silvercandlesticks. He betrayed neither haste nor agi-tation; and while he was wrapping up theBishop’s candlesticks, he nibbled at a piece ofblack bread. It was probably the prison-breadwhich he had carried with him in his flight.This was proved by the crumbs which werefound on the floor of the room when the authori-ties made an examination later on.There came two taps at the door.“Come in,” said he.It was Sister Simplice.She was pale; her eyes were red; the candlewhich she carried trembled in her hand. Thepeculiar feature of the violences of destiny is,that however polished or cool we may be, theywring human nature from our very bowels, andforce it to reappear on the surface. The emo-tions of that day had turned the nun into a womanonce more. She had wept, and she was trem-bling.Jean Valjean had just finished writing a few lineson a paper, which he handed to the nun, saying,“Sister, you will give this to Monsieur le Cure.”The paper was not folded. She cast a glanceupon it.“You can read it,” said he.She read:—“I beg Monsieur le Cure to keep an eye on allthat I leave behind me. He will be so good as topay out of it the expenses of my trial, and of thefuneral of the woman who died yesterday,

The rest is for the poor.”The sister tried to speak, but she only managedto stammer a few inarticulate sounds. She suc-ceeded in saying, however:—“Does not Monsieur le Maire desire to take alast look at that poor, unhappy woman?”“No,” said he; “I am pursued; it would only endin their arresting me in that room, and that woulddisturb her.”He had hardly finished when a loud noise be-came audible on the staircase. They heard atumult of ascending footsteps, and the oldportress saying in her loudest and most piercingtones:—“My good sir, I swear to you by the good God,that not a soul has entered this house all day, norall the evening, and that I have not even left thedoor.”A man responded:—“But there is a light in that room, nevertheless.”They recognized Javert’s voice.The chamber was so arranged that the door inopening masked the corner of the wall on theright. Jean Valjean blew out the light and placedhimself in this angle. Sister Simplice fell on herknees near the table.The door opened.Javert entered.The whispers of many men and the protesta-tions of the portress were audible in the corridor.The nun did not raise her eyes. She was pray-ing.The candle was on the chimney-piece, and gavebut very little light.Javert caught sight of the nun and halted inamazement.It will be remembered that the fundamental pointin Javert, his element, the very air he breathed,was veneration for all authority. This was im-pregnable, and admitted of neither objection norrestriction. In his eyes, of course, the ecclesias-tical authority was the chief of all; he was reli-gious, superficial and correct on this point as onall others. In his eyes, a priest was a mind, whonever makes a mistake; a nun was a creaturewho never sins; they were souls walled in fromthis world, with a single door which never openedexcept to allow the truth to pass through.On perceiving the sister, his first movement wasto retire.But there was also another duty which boundhim and impelled him imperiously in the oppo-site direction. His second movement was to re-main and to venture on at least one question.This was Sister Simplice, who had never told alie in her life. Javert knew it, and held her inspecial veneration in consequence.

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Victoria Pictorial Milk BarsHistoric Photo Collection

●●●●● Candy Corner, 29 Upper Esplanade, St Kila. Approx 1943●●●●● Interior of milk bar, circa 1940

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EAGLEMONT, 3084. Eaglemont Lucky Lotto, News& Post. 68 Silverdale Rd. (03) 9499 2589.EDITHVALE, 3196. Edithvale Newsagency. 253Nepean Hwy. (03) 9772 1072.ELSTERNWICK, 3185. Elsternwick Newsagency.348 Glenhuntly Rd, Elsternwick. (03) 9523 8335.ELSTERNWICK, 3185. Elsternwick Office Supplies.433 Glenhuntly Rd, Elsternwick. (03) 9523 6495.ELSTERNWICK, 3185. Ripponlea Newsagency. 78Glen Eira Rd, Elsternwick. (03) 9523 5649.ELTHAM, 3095. Eltham Newsagency & Toyworld.958 Main Rd. (03) 9439 9162.ELWOOD, 3184 . E lwood Newsagency. 103Ormond Rd, Elwood. (03) 9531 4223.EMERALD, 3782. Emerald Newsagency. Main St,Emerald. (03) 5968 5152.EPPING, 3076. Dalton Village Newsagency. (03)9408 8877.ESSENDON, 3040. Essendon Newsagency. 15ARose St, Essendon. (03) 9337 5908.ESSENDON, 3040. Roundabout Newsagency. 94Fletcher St, Essendon. (03) 9370 5305.ESSENDON NORTH, 3041 . North EssendonNewsagency. 1085 Mt Alexander Rd, NorthEssendon. (03) 9379 2243.FAIRFIELD, 3078 . Fai r f ie ld Newsagency. 99Station St, Fairfield. (03) 9481 3240.FAWKNER, 3060 . Fawkner Newsagency. 54Bonwick St, Fawkner. (03) 9359 2046.FAWKNER, 3060. Moomba Park Newsagency. 89Anderson Rd, Fawkner. (03) 9359 1595.FERNTREE GULLY, 3156 . Ferntree Gul lyNewsagency. Shop 2, 69 Station St, FerntreeGully. (03) 9758 1343.FERNTREE GULLY, 3156 . Mountain GateNewsagency. Shop 9B, Ferntree Gully. (03) 97584427.FERNTREE GULLY UPPER, 3156. Upper FerntreeGully Newsagency. Shop 3 Ferntree Plaza. (03)9756 0171.FITZROY, 3065. Fitzroy Newsagency. 337 BrunswickSt, Fitzroy. (03) 9417 3017.FITZROY NORTH, 3068. North Fitzroy Newsagency.224 St Georges Rd, Fitzroy North. (03) 94898614.FOOTSCRAY WEST, 3012. Kingsville Newsagency.339 Somerville Rd, Footscray West. (03) 93145004.FOREST HILL, 3131 . Brentford SquareNewsagency. 29-31 Brentford Sq., Forest Hill.(03) 9878 1882.FOREST HILL, 3131. NewsXPress Forest Hill. Shop215, Western Entrance, Forest Hill. (03) 98782515.FOUNTAIN GATE, 3805 . Fountain GateNewsagency. Shop 1157 (Level 1), FountainGate. (03) 9704 6408.FRANKSTON, 3199. Beach Street Newsagency.239 Beach St, Frankston. (03) 9789 9736.FRANKSTON, 3199. Foote Street Newsagency. c/- Bayside Distribution Services. (03) 9783 4720.FRANKSTON, 3199. Frankston Newsagency. 5 KeysSt, Frankston. (03) 9783 3253.FRANKSTON, 3199. Karingal Hub Newsagency. c/- Bayside Distribution Services. (03) 9776 7744.FRANKSTON, 3199. Young Street Newsagency. 78Young St, Frankston. (03) 9783 2467.GARDENVALE, 3186. See Brighton.GARFIELD, 3814. Garfield Newsagency Pty Ltd.77 Main St, Garfield. (03) 5629 2533.GEELONG, 3220. Geelong Newsagency & Lotto.139 Moorabool St, Geelong. (03) 5222 1911.GEELONG EAST, 3219. East Geelong Newsagency.78A Garden St. (03) 5229 5109.GEELONG WEST, 3218. Manifold Newsagency.Shop 2, 132 Shannon Ave, Geelong West. (03)5229 5897.GEELONG WEST, 3218. Murphy's Newsagency. POBox 7133, Geelong West. (03) 5229 1973.GISBORNE, 3437. Gisborne Newsagency. Shop20, Village Shopping Centre. (03) 5428 2632.GLADSTONE PARK, 3043 . Gladstone ParkNewsagency. Shop 164. (03) 9338 3921.GLEN HUNTLY, 3163. Glenhuntly Newsagency.1164 Glenhuntly Rd, Glenhuntly. (03) 9571 2551.GLEN WAVERLEY, 3150. Glen Waverley News.Shop L2, 65 Glen S/C, Spr ingvale Rd, GlenWaverley. (03) 9802 8503.GLEN WAVERLEY, 3150. Kingsway Newsagency.65 Kingsway, Glen Waverley. (03) 9560 9987.GLEN WAVERLEY, 3150. Syndal Newsagency. 238Blackburn Rd, Glen Waverley. (03) 9802 8446.GLENFERRIE, 3122. See Hawthorn.GLENROY, 3046. Glenroy Newsagency. 773 PascoeVale Rd, Glenroy. (03) 9306 9530.GRANTVILLE, 3984. Grantville Newsagency. Shop4, 1509 Bass Hwy, Grantville. (03) 5678 8808.GREENSBOROUGH, 3088 . GreensboroughNewsagency. Shop 4-5 Greensborough. (03) 94351024.GREENVALE, 3059. Greenvale Newsagency. Shop4 & 5, Cnr Mickleham & Greenvale Rds,Greenvale. (03) 9333 3154.GROVEDALE, 3216. Grovedale Newsagency. 19Peter St. (03) 5243 1480.HADFIELD, 3046. Hadfield Newsagency. 120 WestSt, Hadfield. (03) 9306 5007.HAMPTON, 3188. Hampton Newsagency. 345-347Hampton St, Hampton. (03) 9598 1239.HAMPTON EAST, 3188. Hampton East Newsagency.412 Bluff Rd, Hampton East.(03) 9555 2821.HAMPTON PARK, 3976. Hampton ParkNewsagency. Shop 3, Park Square, HamptonPark. (03) 9799 1609.HASTINGS, 3915. Hastings Newsagency. 56 HighSt. (03) 5979 1321.HAWTHORN, 3122. Glenferrie Newsagency.669Burwood Rd, Hawthorn. (03) 9818 2621.HAWTHORN EAST, 3123. Auburn Newsagency. 119Auburn Rd, Hawthorn East. (03) 9813 4838.HAWTHORN EAST, 3123 . Auburn SouthNewsagency. 289 Auburn Rd, Hawthorn East.(03) 9882 2009.

HAWTHORN WEST, 3122 . Hawthorn WestNewsagency. 44 Church St, Hawthorn. (03) 98536098.HEALESVILLE, 3777. Healesvil le Newsagency.(03) 5962 4161.HEIDELBERG, 3084. Heidelberg Newsagency. 128Burgundy St, Heidelberg. (03) 9457 1098.HEIDELBERG WEST, 3081. Heidelberg HeightsNewsagency. 35 Southern Rd, Heidelberg West.(03) 9457 2063.HEIDELBERG WEST, 3081. The Mall Newsagency.Shop 18, Heidelberg West. (03) 9457 4244.HIGHETT, 3190. Highett Newsagency. 2 RailwayPde, Highett. (03) 9555 1010.HIGHTON, 3216. Highton Newsagency. 7 BellevueAve. (03) 5243 4824,HOPPERS CROSSING, 3030. Hoppers CrossingNewsagency. 31 Old Geelong Rd, HoppersCrossing. (03) 9749 2652,HUNTINGDALE, 3166. Huntingdale Newsagency.291 Huntingdale Rd, Huntingdale. (03) 95441175.HURSTBRIDGE, 3099. Hurstbridge Newsagency.800 Main Rd. (03) 9718 2045.IVANHOE, 3079. NewsXPress. 194-196 UpperHeidelberg Rd, Ivanhoe. (03) 9499 1231.IVANHOE EAST, 3079. East Ivanhoe Newsagency.262 Lower Heidelberg Rd, Ivanhoe East. (03)9499 1720.KEILOR, 3036. Centreway Newsagency. 59 WyongSt, Keilor East, 3033. (03) 9336 2451.KEILOR, 3036. Keilor Newsagency. 700 CalderHwy, Keilor. (03) 9336 7930.KEILOR DOWNS, 3038. Keilor Downs Newsagency.Shop 3, Keilor Downs Plaza, Keilor Downs. (03)9310 9955.KEW, 3101. Cotham Newsagency. 97 CothamRd, Kew. (03) 9817 3840.KEW, 3101. Kew Newsagency. 175 High St, Kew.(03) 9853 8238.KEW NORTH, 3101. North Kew Newsagency. 93Willsemere Rd, Kew. (03) 9853 9383.KEYSBOROUGH, 3173. Parkmore Newsagency.Parkmore Shopping Centre, Kensington. (03)9798 4311.KILMORE, 3764. Kilmore Newsagency. 41 SydneySt. (03) 5782 1465.KILSYTH, 3137. Ki lsyth Newsagency. 520 MtDandenong Rd. (03) 9725 6218.KINGSVILLE, 3012. See Footscray West.KNOX CITY. See Wantirna SouthKNOXFIELD, 3180. Knoxfield Newsagency. (03)9764 8260.KOO-WEE-RUP, 3981. Koo Wee Rup Newsagency.44-48 Station St, Koo Wee Rup. (03) 5997 1456.LALOR, 3075. Lalor Newsagency. 364 Station St,Lalor. (03) 9465 2698.LARA, 3212. Lara Newsagency. 44 The Centreway,Lara. (03) 5282 1419.LAVERTON, 3028. Laverton Newsagency. 12Aviation Rd, Laverton. (03) 9369 1426.LEOPOLD, 3028. Leopold Newsagency. 45 AshRd, Leopold. (03) 5250 1687.LILYDALE, 3140. Lilydale Newsagency. 237 MainSt. (03) 9735 1705.LOWER PLENTY, 3093. Lower Plenty Newsagency.95 Main Rd. (03) 9435 6423.LOWER TEMPLESTOWE, 3107. See TemplestoweLower.MALVERN, 3144. Malvern Newsagency. 114Glenferrie Rd, Malvern. (03) 9509 8381.MALVERN, 3144. Malvern Village Newsagency.1352 Malvern Rd, Malvern. (03) 9822 3761.MALVERN, 3144. Winterg len Newsagency -Malvern Lotto. 167 Glenferrie Rd, Malvern. (03)9509 9068.MALVERN EAST, 3145. Central Park Newsagency.393 Wattletree Rd, Malvern East. (03) 95099842.McCRAE, 3938. McCrae Newsagency, 675 PointNepean Rd. (03) 5986 8499.McKINNON, 3204. McKinnon Newsagency. 148McKinnon Rd, McKinnon. (03) 9578 4478.MELBOURNE, 3000. Mitty 's Newsagency. 53Bourke St, Melbourne. (03) 9654 5950.MELTON, 3337. Melton Authorised Newsagency.383-385 High St, Melton. (03) 9743 5451.MELTON, 3337. NewsXPress. (03) 9743 5451.MENTONE, 3194. Mentone Newsagency. 24 ComoPde, Mentone. (03) 9585 3494.MERLYNSTON, 3058. Merlynston Newsagency. (03)9354 1532.MIDDLE BRIGHTON, 3186 . Middle Br ightonNewsagency. 75-77 Church St, Middle Brighton.(03) 9592 1000.MIDDLE PARK, 3206. Middle Park Newsagency.16 Armstrong St, Middle Park.MILDURA, 3500. Klemm's Mildura Newsagency.(03) 5302 1004.MILL PARK, 3082. Mi l l Park Author isedNewsagency. Stables Shopping Centre, Cnr ChildsRd & Redleap Ave, Mill Park. (03) 9436 4400.MITCHAM, 3132. Mitcham Newsagency. 503Whitehorse Rd, Mitcham. (03) 9873 1108.MOE, 3825. Yeatman's Newsagency. 3A MooreSt, Moe. (03) 5127 1002.MONT ALBERT., 3127. Mont Albert Newsagency.42 Hamilton St, Mont Albert. (03) 9890 1140.MONTMORENCY, 3094. Montmorency Newsagency.41-43 Were St. (03) 9435 8893.MONTROSE, 3765. Montrose Newsagency. 912Mt Dandenong Rd. (03) 9728 2057.MOONEE PONDS, 3039. Puckle Street Newsagency.45 Puckle St, Moonee Ponds. (03) 9375 2264.MORDIALLOC, 3195. Mordialloc Newsagency.574A Main St, Mordialloc. (03) 9580 5141.MORDIALLOC, 3195. Warren Village Newsagency.87 Warren Rd. (03) 9580 3880.MORELAND, 3056. See Brunswick.MORNINGTON, 3931. Mornington Newsagency. 97Main St, Mornington. (03) 5975 2099.MORNINGTON, 3931. Scribes Newsagency. Shop1/10, Mornington Village, Mornington. (03) 59755849.

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Winemaker’s home is his castle

Tintara’s treasured traditions

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■ Iys history goes back 150 years towhen it was a pioneer in putting thewines of South Australia’s McLarenVale on the tables of the world.

Today Tintara combines what isliterally a treasure house of traditionwith the latest in new-age winemakingtechnologies, and its just-released2009 McLaren Vale Shiraz is testa-ment to its recognition of the past andembracement of the present.

Nestled between the Gulf of StVincent and the Mount Lofty Ranges,McLaren Vale enjoys conditions akinto the Mediterranean, the Tintara 2009Shiraz reflecting this in its somewhatbold style coupled with intensity offruit flavours and silky fine tannins.

Right to the fore are delightful sug-gestions of blue fruits, fruitcake spiceand chocolate, coupled with acid bal-ance and a persistent finish – every-thing to look for in a top Shiraz. Pay$24.99 and enjoys this one’s generos-ity of flavours with an equally gener-ously-flavoured rack of lamb.

●●●●● Majestic setting, the Ricasoli Castle and vineyards●●●●● Inset: Barone Ricasoli Bettino+Ricasoli

company had at its helm the extraor-dinarily far-sighted entrepreneur,major player in the unification of Italyand the country’s Prime Minister fornine months from mid-1861, BaronBettino Ricasoli – the so-called ‘IronBaron’.

A fervent advocate of the Chiantiregion, Bettino had an abounding en-thusiasm for its wines that included30 years researching and developinga blend that would become one of thebest-known wines in the world, andwhich he simply named after his be-loved region, Chianti.

So pleased was he with this ‘Chi-anti’ that in 1872 he registered the for-mula with the University of Pisa, say-ing it comprised 70 per centSangiovese, 15 per cent MalvasiaBianca and 15 per cent Canaiolo fruit,and describing in minute detail itsflavours, aromas and structure.

More than a century later this blendwas changed by law to require anywine that bore the label “Chianti” tostill comprise a minimum 70 per centSangiovese, with the remainder anyof several varieties of red grapes.

The Ricosoli family was exportingits wines to Holland and England fromas early as the 1600s, but it was BaronBettino who further pushed salesacross Europe, and to China, Britain’scolonies in Africa and the Caribbean,and to South America.

But the 1970s and ‘80s saw declin-ing production and sales until a sec-ond Baron Bettino Ricasoli, the 31stBaron of Brolio and his son Francesco(the 32nd Baron) came on the scenein the 1990s. They replanted the vine-yards, modernised the old winerywhilst maintaining its past, and in-creased wine production so that to-day few countries in the world do notimport Barone Ricosoli wines – notjust Chianti but numerous other redsand whites – and boosting productionto three million bottles a year.

Visitors to Brolio Castle and theBarone Ricasoli winery can see howthe castle has been rebuilt and modi-fied over the centuries, including itsmedieval bastions, Romanesque andneo-Gothic additions, and 19th cen-tury Tuscan modifications.

They can also look out over its sur-rounding 240ha of vineyards and 26haolive grove, as well as neighbouringpostcard-perfect hills, valleys andvineyards, and woodlands of oaks andchestnut trees

Three organised tours can be en-joyed here from March to November.The Castle and Cellars Tour includesnot only the castle but its spectacularpark and gardens, a history of theRicasoli family (who still live in thecastle) and its chapel and family tomb,and the tower with its collection of 4thto 19th century armour, documentsfrom the public life of Baron BettinoRicasoli, plus the winery, cellars anda wine tasting.

The Castle, Vineyards and CellarsTour covers much the same but withthe inclusion of a vineyards tour bycar, while the Museum Tour includesthe weapons and armoury, docu-ments and personal items dedicatedto the political work of Bettino Ricasoliand his research into grape vines andthe local soils that led to his documen-tation of “Chianti,” and a collectionof lavish furnishings crafted espe-cially for a visit to the Castle by KingVictor Emmanuel in 1863.

Visit www.ricasoli.it/tours.

■ Super idea with scallopsbrowned in butter and sautéedwith mushrooms and shallots.

■ Generosity of flavour makethis one ideal with rack of lamb.

■ Take yourself off to Italy’s BaroneRicasoli winery and you’ll discovermore than a winery – a captivatingmedieval castle, in fact, that has sur-vived countless wars and feudal at-tacks from its very earliest days inthe Middle Ages, to aerial and artil-lery bombardments during World WarII.

And while absorbing everythingfrom its delightful wines to a museumthat reflects on its colourful history,you’ll learn something of the amaz-ing Ricasoli’s themselves. For here isa family that’s been linked towinemaking since 1141, owns the old-est family-run winery in the world andItaly’s oldest winery, and is the sec-ond-longest continuously-trading winecompany in the world.

Brolio Castle, its winery and adja-cent cellars are located in the pictur-esque Chianti region of Tuscany,25km from Siena and around 75kmfrom Florence – its strategic territo-rial border location the reason for somany assaults upon it over the years,including those times when theRicasoli family had a private army tohelp in the defence of Florence fromattacks by Siena.

And throughout it all it continuedon its journey of winemaking history,with its two most significant periodsbeing in the mid-1800s and again inthe early 1990s.

In the first of these periods the

■ An excellent vintage in2011 a l lowed WesternAustralia’s Brookland Valleywinemaker, Peter Dillon to dowhat he couldn’t from the re-strictive 2010 vintage – get hisChardonnay out into the mar-ket place, rather than having tocontain sales of the few caseshe had to the cellar door.

Located in the Wilyabrupsub-region of the MargaretRiver, Brookland Valley en-joys a quite distinct micro-cli-mate influenced by the IndianOcean just 2km away. Peter’s2011 Estate Chardonnay has awonderfully rich palate withnice citrus notes to the fore.

Priced at $37.50 it’s one ofthose somewhat special-occa-sion wines to enjoy with suchSpringtime seafood delights asscallops browned in butter andsautéed with mushrooms andshallots.

One for

lunch

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Melbourne PeopleJudy Sullivan’s 70th Birthday

Surprise PartyPhotos: Malcolm Threadgold

●●●●● 70th Birthday girl Judy Sullivan with compere Cheryl Threadgold.●●●●● Graeme Marriott (centre) and Barbara Mendleson and Colin Prossor

present a song from The Gondoliers.

●●●●● Anne Walker belts outCan't Get A Man With a Gun.

●●●●● Magician Ben Sheldon ●●●●● Brian ‘Brinny’ Watson

●●●●● Rob Allan, one of Judy's first students at Ouyen High School in 1963,travelled from Ballarat with wife Frances (right) to surprise Judy. ●●●●● Mary Bryant (left) and Roxie Murray enjoyed Judy's party

●●●●● Jo-ann Stenton produces a visual imagedisplay of Judy's life. ●●●●● John Davidson sings and dances to Cabaret.

●●●●● Mezzosoprano Toni Adelman sings The Holy City