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"Monsieur le Maire!" shrieked Fantine. Javert burst out laughing with that frightful laugh which displayed all his gums. "There is no longer any Monsieur le Maire here!" Jean Valjean made no attempt to disengage the hand which grasped the collar of his coat. He said: "Javert " Javert interrupted him: "Call me Mr. Inspector."
"Be calm, my child," said the sister; "lie down again." Fantine, without changing her attitude, continued in a loud voice, and with an accent that was both imperious and heart-rending: "He cannot come? Why not? You know the reason. You are whispering it to each other there. I want to know it." The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy with the city council."
At the foot of the memorandum Thenardier wrote, Received on account, three hundred francs. M. Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more, and wrote, "Make haste to bring Cosette." "Christi!" said Thenardier, "let's not give up the child." In the meantime, Fantine did not recover. She still remained in the infirmary.
While the two women were whispering together, with their backs turned to Fantine's bed, the sister interrogating, the servant conjecturing, Fantine, with the feverish vivacity of certain organic maladies, which unite the free movements of health with the frightful emaciation of death, had raised herself to her knees in bed, with her shrivelled hands resting on the bolster, and her head thrust through the opening of the curtains, and was listening.
She was only sixteen, this sharp-witted little girl, and a beautiful blonde. She thought everything of me. Fantine was one of those women who do wrong in the most virtuous and touching manner. This is a peculiarity of French grisettes. You are an Englishman, and you don't understand. Learn, my friend, learn. Come to Paris and improve your morals. Fantine was the soul of modesty.
"Two napoleons!" grumbled a toothless old woman who was present. "Here's a lucky girl!" Fantine fled and stopped her ears that she might not hear the hoarse voice of the man shouting to her: "Reflect, my beauty! two napoleons; they may prove of service. If your heart bids you, come this evening to the inn of the Tillac d'Argent; you will find me there." Fantine returned home.
We will confine ourselves to saying that the love of Fantine was a first love, a sole love, a faithful love. She alone, of all the four, was not called "thou" by a single one of them. Fantine was one of those beings who blossom, so to speak, from the dregs of the people.
There are not many travellers in their parts. That inn of theirs is a sort of a cook-shop." M. Madeleine was still holding her hand, and gazing at her with anxiety; it was evident that he had come to tell her things before which his mind now hesitated. The doctor, having finished his visit, retired. Sister Simplice remained alone with them. But in the midst of this pause Fantine exclaimed:
Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at the head of the bed, and his brow on his hand, and began to contemplate the motionless body of Fantine, which lay extended there. He remained thus, mute, absorbed, evidently with no further thought of anything connected with this life. Upon his face and in his attitude there was nothing but inexpressible pity.
I declare to you that if all is as you say, and I do not doubt it, you have never ceased to be virtuous and holy in the sight of God. Oh! poor woman." This was more than Fantine could bear. To have Cosette! To leave this life of infamy. To live free, rich, happy, respectable with Cosette; to see all these realities of paradise blossom of a sudden in the midst of her misery.
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