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gamating more than ever in his toilet and his manners all
the elegances of the epoch of Barras, escorted Cosette. He
took the place of Jean Valjean, who, on account of his arm
being still in a sling, could not give his hand to the bride.
Jean Valjean, dressed in black, followed them with a
smile.
‘Monsieur Fauchelevent,’ said the grandfather to him,
‘this is a fine day. I vote for the end of afflictions and sor-
rows. Henceforth, there must be no sadness anywhere.
Pardieu, I decree joy! Evil has no right to exist. That there
should be any unhappy men is, in sooth, a disgrace to the
azure of the sky. Evil does not come from man, who is good
at bottom. All human miseries have for their capital and
central government hell, otherwise, known as the Devil’s
Tuileries. Good, here I am uttering demagogical words! As
far as I am concerned, I have no longer any political opin-
ions; let all me be rich, that is to say, mirthful, and I confine
myself to that.’
When, at the conclusion of all the ceremonies, after hav-
ing pronounced before the mayor and before the priest all
possible ‘yesses,’ after having signed the registers at the mu-
nicipality and at the sacristy, after having exchanged their
rings, after having knelt side by side under the pall of white
moire in the smoke of the censer, they arrived, hand in
hand, admired and envied by all, Marius in black, she in
white, preceded by the suisse, with the epaulets of a colo-
nel, tapping the pavement with his halberd, between two
rows of astonished spectators, at the portals of the church,
both leaves of which were thrown wide open, ready to en-