nica. He was a great man; so much the worse, or so much the better; the lesson is but the more exalted.
His twenty-three wounds touch me less than the spitting in the face of Jesus Christ. Caesar is stabbed by the senators; Christ is cuffed by lackeys. One feels the God through the greater outrage."
Bossuet, who towered above the interlocutors from the summit of a heap of paving-stones, exclaimed, rifle in hand:--
"Oh Cydathenaeum, Oh Myrrhinus, Oh Probalinthus, Oh graces of the AEantides!
Oh!
Who will grant me to pronounce the verses of Homer like a Greek of Laurium or of Edapteon?"
BOOK FIRST.--THE WAR BETWEEN FOUR WALLS
CHAPTER III
LIGHT AND SHADOW
Enjolras had been to make a reconnaissance.
He had made his way out through Mondetour lane, gliding along close to the houses.
The insurgents, we will remark, were full of hope.
The manner in which they had repulsed the attack of the preceding night had caused them to almost disdain in advance the attack at dawn.
They waited for it with a smile.
They had no more doubt as to their success than as to their cause.
Moreover, succor was, evidently, on the way to them. They reckoned on it.
With that facility of triumphant prophecy which is one of the sources of strength in the French combatant, they divided the day which was at hand into three distinct phases. At six o''clock in the morning a regiment "which had been labored with," would turn; at noon, the insurrection of all Paris; at sunset, revolution.