tle further on, on catching sight of a group of comfortable-looking persons, who seemed to be landed proprietors, he shrugged his shoulders and spit out at random before him this mouthful of philosophical bile as they passed:
"How fat those moneyed men are!
They''re drunk!
They just wallow in good dinners.
Ask ''em what they do with their money. They don''t know.
They eat it, that''s what they do!
As much as their bellies will hold."
BOOK ELEVENTH.--THE ATOM FRATERNIZES WITH THE HURRICANE
CHAPTER II
GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH
The brandishing of a triggerless pistol, grasped in one''s hand in the open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his fervor increasing with every moment.
Amid the scraps of the Marseillaise which he was singing, he shouted:--
"All goes well.
I suffer a great deal in my left paw, I''m all broken up with rheumatism, but I''m satisfied, citizens.
All that the bourgeois have to do is to bear themselves well, I''ll sneeze them out subversive couplets.
What are the police spies?
Dogs.
And I''d just like to have one of them at the end of my pistol.
I''m just from the boulevard, my friends.
It''s getting hot there, it''s getting into a little boil, it''s simmering.
It''s time to skim the pot. Forward march, men!
Let an impure blood inundate the furrows! I give my days to my country, I shall never see my concubine more, Nini, finished, yes, Nini?