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at him； and nevertheless continued her promenade in silence； and with a sombre regularity； which brought her every five minutes within reach of this sarcasm； like the condemned soldier who returns under the rods。
The small effect which he produced no doubt piqued the lounger； and taking advantage of a moment when her back was turned； he crept up behind her with the gait of a wolf； and stifling his laugh； bent down； picked up a handful of snow from the pavement； and thrust it abruptly into her back； between her bare shoulders。
The woman uttered a roar； whirled round； gave a leap like a panther； and hurled herself upon the man； burying her nails in his face； with the most frightful words which could fall from the guard…room into the gutter。
These insults； poured forth in a voice roughened by brandy； did； indeed； proceed in hideous wise from a mouth which lacked its two front teeth。 It was Fantine。
At the noise thus produced； the officers ran out in throngs from the cafe； passers…by collected； and a large and merry circle； hooting and applauding； was formed around this whirlwind posed of two beings； whom there was some difficulty in recognizing as a man and a woman：
the man struggling； his hat on the ground； the woman striking out with feet and fists； bareheaded； howling； minus hair and teeth； livid with wrath； horrible。
Suddenly a man of lofty stature emerged vivaciously from the crowd； seized the woman by her satin bodice； which was covered with mud； and said to her； 〃Follow me！〃
The woman raised her head； her furious voice suddenly died away。 Her eyes were glassy； she turned pale instead of livid； and she trembled with a quiver of terror。
She had recognized Javert。
The dandy took advantage of the incident to make his escape。
BOOK FIFTH。THE DESCENT
CHAPTER XIII
THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE MUNICIPAL POLICE
Javert thrust aside the spectators； broke the circle； and set out with long strides towards the police station； which is situated at the extremity of the square； dragging the wretched woman after him。 She yielded mechanically。
Neither he nor she uttered a word。 The cloud of spectators followed； jesting； in a paroxysm of delight。 Supreme misery an occasion for obscenity。
On arriving at the police station； which was a low room； warmed by a stove； with a glazed and grated door opening on the street； and guarded by a detachment； Javert opened the door； entered with Fantine； and shut the door behind him； to the great disappointment of the curious； who raised themselves on tiptoe； and craned their necks in front of the thick glass of the station…house； in their effort to see。 Curiosity is a sort of gluttony。
To see is to devour。
On entering； Fantine fell down in a corner； motionless and mute； crouching down like a terrified dog。
The sergeant of the guard brought a lighted candle to the table。 Javert seated himself； drew a sheet of stamped paper from his pocket； and began to write。
This class of women is consigned by our laws entirely to the discretion of the police。
The latter do what they please； punish them； as seems good to them； and confiscate at their will those two sorry things which they entitle their industry and their liberty。 Javert was impassive； his grave face betrayed no emotion whatever。 Nevertheless； he was seriously and deeply preoccupied。
It was one of those moments when he was exercising without control； but subject to all the scruples of a severe conscience； his redoubtable discretionary power。
At that moment he was conscious that his police agent's stool was a tribunal。
He was entering judgment。 He judged and condemned。
He summoned all the ideas which could possibly exist in his mind； around the great thing which he was doing。 The more he examined the deed of this woman； the more shocked he felt。 It was evident that he had just witnessed the mission of a crime。 He had just beheld； yonder； in the street； society； in the person of a freeholder and an elector； insulted and attacked by a creature who was outside all pales。
A prostitute had made an attempt on the life of a citizen。
He had seen that； he； Javert。
He wrote in silence。
When he had finished he signed the paper； folded it； and said to the sergeant of the guard； as he handed it to him； 〃Take three men and conduct this creature to jail。〃
Then； turning to Fantine； 〃You are to have six months of it。〃 The unhappy woman shuddered。
〃Six months！ six months of prison！〃 she exclaimed。
〃Six months in which to earn seven sous a day！
But what will bee of Cosette？ My daughter！ my daughter！
But I still owe the Thenardiers over a hundred francs； do you know that； Monsieur Inspector？〃
She dragged herself across the damp floor； among the muddy boots of all those men； without rising； with clasped hands； and taking great strides on her knees。
〃Monsieur Javert；〃 said she； 〃I beseech your mercy。
I assure you that I was not in the wrong。
If you had seen the beginning； you would have seen。
I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame！
That gentleman； the bourgeois； whom I do not know； put snow in my back。
Has any one the right to put snow down our backs when we are walking along peaceably； and doing no harm to any one？ I am rather ill； as you see。
And then； he had been saying impertinent things to me for a long time：
‘You are ugly！ you have no teeth！' I know well that I have no longer those teeth。
I did nothing； I said to myself； ‘The gentleman is amusing himself。'
I was honest with him； I did not speak to him。
It was at that moment that he put the snow down my back。
Monsieur Javert； good Monsieur Inspector！ is there not some person here who saw it and can tell you that this is quite true？
Perhaps I did wrong to get angry。 You know that one is not master of one's self at the first moment。 One gives way to vivacity； and then； when some one puts something cold down your back just when you are not expecting it！
I did wrong to spoil that gentleman's hat。
Why did he go away？
I would ask his pardon。
Oh； my God！
It makes no difference to me whether I ask his pardon。
Do me the favor to…day； for this once； Monsieur Javert。 Hold！ you do not know that in prison one can earn only seven sous a day； it is not the government's fault； but seven sous is one's earnings； and just fancy； I must pay one hundred francs； or my little girl will be sent to me。
Oh； my God！
I cannot have her with me。 What I do is so vile！
Oh； my Cosette！
Oh； my little angel of the Holy Virgin！ what will bee of her； poor creature？
I will tell you： it is the Thenardiers； inn…keepers； peasants； and such people are unreasonable。
They want money。
Don't put me in prison！ You see； there is a little girl who will be turned out into the street to get along as best she may； in the very heart of the winter； and you must have pity on such a being； my good Monsieur Javert。 If she were older； she might earn her living； but it cannot be done at that age。
I am not a bad woman at bottom。
It is not cowardliness and gluttony that have made me what I am。
If I have drunk brandy； it was out of misery。
I do not love it； but it benumbs the senses。 When I was happy； it was only necessary to glance into my closets； and it would have been evident that I was not a coquettish and untidy woman。
I had linen； a great deal of linen。
Have pity on me； Monsieur Javert！〃
She spoke thus； rent in twain； shaken with sobs； blinded with tears； her neck bare； wringing her hands； and coughing with a dry； short cough； stammering softly with a voice of agony。
Great sorrow is a divine and terrible ray； which transfigures the unhappy。 At that moment Fantine had bee beautiful once more。
From time to time she paused； and tenderly kissed the police agent's coat。 She would have softened a heart of granite； but a heart of wood cannot be softened。
〃e！〃 said Javert； 〃I have heard you out。
Have you entirely finished？ You will get six months。
Now march！
The Eternal Father in person could do nothing more。〃
At these solemn words； 〃the Eternal Father in person could do nothing more；〃 she understood that her fate was sealed。 She sank down； murmuring； 〃Mercy！〃
Javert turned his back。
The soldiers seized her by the arms。
A few moments earlier a man had entered； but no one had paid any heed to him。
He shut the door； leaned his back against it； and listened to Fantine's despairing supplications。
At the instant when the soldiers laid their hands upon the unfortunate woman； who would not rise； he emerged from the shadow； and said：
〃One moment； if you please。〃
Javert raised his eyes and recognized M。 Madeleine。
He removed his hat； and； saluting him with a sort of aggrieved awkwardness：
〃Excuse me； Mr。 Mayor〃
The words 〃Mr。 Mayor〃 produced a curious effect upon Fantine。 She rose to her feet with one bound； like a spectre springing from the earth； thrust aside the soldiers with both arms； walked straight up to M。 Madeleine before any one could prevent her； and gazing intently at him； with a bewildered air； she cried：
〃Ah！ so it is you who are M。 le Maire！〃
Then she burst into a laugh； and spit in his face。
M。 Madeleine wiped his face； and said：
〃Inspector Javert； set this woman at liberty。〃
Javert felt that he was on the verge of going mad。
He experienced at that moment； blow upon blow and almost simultaneously； the most violent emotions which he had ever undergone in all his life。 To see a woman of the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that； in his most daring flights of fancy； he would have regarded it as a sacrilege to believe it possible。 On the other hand； at the very bottom of his thought； he made a hideous parison as to what this woman was； and as to what this mayor might be； and then he； with horror； caught a glimpse of I know not what simple explanation of this prodigious attack。 But when he beheld that mayor； that magistrate； calmly wipe his face and say； 〃Set this woman at liberty；〃 he underwent a sort of intoxication of amazement； thought and word failed him equally； the sum total of possible astonishment had been exceeded in his case。 He remained mute。
The words had produced no less strange an effect on Fantine。 She raised her bare arm； and clung to the damper of the stove； like a person who is reeling。
Nevertheless； she glanced about her； and began to speak in a low voice； as though talking to herself：
〃At liberty！
I am to be allowed to go！
I am not to go to prison for six months！
Who said that？
It is not possible that any one could have said that。
I did not hear aright。
It cannot have been that monster of a mayor！
Was it you； my good Monsieur Javert； who said that I was to be set free？
Oh； see here！
I will tell you about it； and you will let me go。
That monster of a mayor； that old blackguard of a mayor； is the cause of all。
Just imagine； Monsieur Javert； he turned me out！ all because of a pack of rascally women； who gossip in the workroom。
If that is not a horror； what is？
To dismiss a poor girl who is doing her work honestly！ Then I could no longer earn enough； and all this misery followed。 In the first place； there is one improvement which these gentlemen of the police ought to make； and that is； to prevent prison contractors from wronging poor people。
I will explain it to you； you see：
you are earning twelve sous at shirt…making； the price falls to nine sous； and it is not enough to live on。 Then one has to bee whatever one can。
As for me； I had my little Cosette； and I was actually forced to bee a bad woman。 Now you understand how it is that that blackguard of a mayor caused all the mischief。
After that I stamped on that gentleman's hat in front of the officers' cafe； but he had spoiled my whole dress with snow。
We women have but one silk dress for evening wear。 You see that I did not do wrong deliberatelytruly； Monsieur Javert； and everywhere I behold women who are far more wicked than I； and who are much happier。
O Monsieur Javert！ it was you who gave orders that I am to be set free； was it not？
Make inquiries； speak to my landlord； I am paying my rent now； they will tell you that I am perfectly honest。
Ah！ my God！
I beg your pardon； I have unintentionally touched the damper of the stove； and it has made it smoke。〃
M。 Madeleine listened to her with profound attention。
While she was speaking； he fumbled in his waistcoat； drew out his purse and opened it。
It was empty。
He put it back in his pocket。 He said to Fantine； 〃How much did you say that you owed？〃
Fantine； who was looking at Javert only； turned towards him：
〃Was I speaking to you？〃
Then； addressing the soldiers：
〃Say； you fellows； did you see how I spit in his face？ Ah！ you old wretch of a mayor； you came here to frighten me； but I'm not afraid of you。
I am afraid of Monsieur Javert。 I am afraid of my good Monsieur Javert！〃
So saying； she turned to the inspector again：
〃And