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¡¡¡¡ 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
¡¡¡¡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
¡¡¡¡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
¡¡¡¡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 commission 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 become 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
¡¡¡¡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
¡¡¡¡And then, he had been saying impertinent things to me for a long
¡¡¡¡`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 become of her, poor
¡¡¡¡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 become 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.
¡¡¡¡"Come!" 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,
¡¡¡¡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
¡¡¡¡"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
¡¡¡¡"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 comparison 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
¡¡¡¡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
¡¡¡¡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 become whatever
one can.
¡¡¡¡As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually forced to
become 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 deliberately--truly, 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
¡¡¡¡I am afraid of Monsieur Javert. I am afraid of my good Monsieur
¡¡¡¡So saying, she turned to the inspector again:--
¡¡¡¡"And yet, you see, Mr. Inspector, it is necessary to be just. I
understand that you are just, Mr. Inspector; in fact, it is perfectly
¡¡¡¡a man amuses himself by putting snow down a woman's back, and that
makes the officers laugh; one must divert themselves in some way; and we-
-well, we are here for them to amuse themselves with, of course!
¡¡¡¡And then, you, you come; you are certainly obliged to preserve order,
you lead off the woman who is in the wrong; but on reflection, since you
are a good man, you say that I am to be set at liberty; it is for the
sake of the little one, for six months in prison would prevent my
supporting my child. `Only, don't do it again, you hussy!'
¡¡¡¡I won't do it again, Monsieur Javert!
¡¡¡¡They may do whatever they please to me now; I will not stir.
¡¡¡¡But to-day, you see, I cried because it hurt me. I was not expecting
that snow from the gentleman at all; and then as I told you, I am not
well; I have a cough; I seem to have a burning ball in my stomach, and
the doctor tells me, `Take care of yourself.'
¡¡¡¡Here, feel, give me your hand; don't be afraid-- it is here."
¡¡¡¡She no longer wept, her voice was caressing; she placed Javert's
coarse hand on her delicate, white throat and looked smilingly at him.
¡¡¡¡All at once she rapidly adjusted her disordered garments, dropped the
folds of her skirt, which had been pushed up as she dragged herself
along, almost to the height of her knee, and stepped towards the door,
saying to the soldiers in a low voice, and with a friendly nod:--
¡¡¡¡"Children, Monsieur l'Inspecteur has said that I am to be released,
and I am going."
¡¡¡¡She laid her hand on the latch of the door.
¡¡¡¡One step more and she would be in the street.
¡¡¡¡Javert up to that moment had remained erect, motionless, with his
eyes fixed on the ground, cast athwart this scene like some displaced
statue, which is waiting to be put away somewhere.
¡¡¡¡The sound of the latch roused him.
¡¡¡¡He raised his head with an expression of sovereign authority, an
expression all the more alarming in proportion as the authority rests on
a low level, ferocious in the wild beast, atrocious in the man of no
¡¡¡¡"Sergeant!" he cried, "don't you see that that jade is walking off!
Who bade you let her go?"
¡¡¡¡"I," said Madeleine.
¡¡¡¡Fantine trembled at the sound of Javert's voice, and let go of the
latch as a thief relinquishes the article which he has stolen. At the
sound of Madeleine's voice she turned around, and from that moment forth
she uttered no word, nor dared so much as to breathe freely, but her
glance strayed from Madeleine to Javert, and from Javert to Madeleine in
turn, according to which was speaking.
¡¡¡¡It was evident that Javert must have been exasperated beyond measure
before he would permit himself to apostrophize the sergeant as he had
done, after the mayor's suggestion that Fantine should be set at liberty.
¡¡¡¡Had he reached the point of forgetting the mayor's presence?
¡¡¡¡Had he finally declared to himself that it was impossible that any
"authority" should have given such an order, and that the mayor must
certainly have said one thing by mistake for another, without intending
¡¡¡¡Or, in view of the enormities of which he had been a witness for the
past two hours, did he say to himself, that it was necessary to recur to
supreme resolutions, that it was indispensable that the small should be
made great, that the police spy should transform himself into a
magistrate, that the policeman should become a dispenser of justice, and
that, in this prodigious extremity, order, law, morality, government,
society in its entirety, was personified in him, Javert?
¡¡¡¡However that may be, when M. Madeleine uttered that word, _I_, as we
have just heard, Police Inspector Javert was seen to turn toward the
mayor, pale, cold, with blue lips, and a look of despair, his whole body
agitated by an imperceptible quiver and an unprecedented occurrence, and
say to him, with downcast eyes but a firm voice:--
¡¡¡¡"Mr. Mayor, that cannot be."
¡¡¡¡"Why not?" said M. Madeleine.
¡¡¡¡"This miserable woman has insulted a citizen."
¡¡¡¡"Inspector Javert," replied the mayor, in a calm and conciliating
tone, "listen.
¡¡¡¡You are an honest man, and I feel no hesitation in explaining matters
to you.
¡¡¡¡Here is the true state of the case: I was passing through the square
just as you were leading this woman away; there were still groups of
people standing about, and I made inquiries and learned everything; it
was the townsman who was in the wrong and who should have been arrested
by properly conducted police."
¡¡¡¡Javert retorted:--
¡¡¡¡"This wretch has just insulted Monsieur le Maire."
¡¡¡¡"That concerns me," said M. Madeleine.
¡¡¡¡"My own insult belongs to me, I think.
¡¡¡¡I can do what I please about it."
¡¡¡¡"I beg Monsieur le Maire's pardon.
¡¡¡¡The insult is not to him but to the law."
¡¡¡¡"Inspector Javert," replied M. Madeleine, "the highest law is
¡¡¡¡I have heard this woman; I know what I am doing."
¡¡¡¡"And I, Mr. Mayor, do not know what I see."
¡¡¡¡"Then content yourself with obeying."
¡¡¡¡"I am obeying my duty.
¡¡¡¡My duty demands that this woman shall serve six months in prison."
¡¡¡¡M. Madeleine replied gently:--
¡¡¡¡"Heed this well; she will not serve a single day."
¡¡¡¡At this decisive word, Javert ventured to fix a searching look on the
mayor and to say, but in a tone of voice that was still profoundly
¡¡¡¡"I am sorry to oppose Monsieur le Maire; it is for the first time in
my life, but he will permit me to remark that I am within the bounds of
my authority.
¡¡¡¡I confine myself, since Monsieur le Maire desires it, to the question
of the gentleman.
¡¡¡¡I was present. This woman flung herself on Monsieur Bamatabnois, who
is an elector and the proprietor of that handsome house with a balcony,
which forms the corner of the esplanade, three stories high and entirely
of cut stone.
¡¡¡¡Such things as there are in the world! In any case, Monsieur le
Maire, this is a question of police regulations in the streets, and
concerns me, and I shall detain this woman Fantine."
¡¡¡¡Then M. Madeleine folded his arms, and said in a severe voice which
no one in the town had heard hitherto:--
¡¡¡¡"The matter to which you refer is one connected with the municipal
¡¡¡¡According to the terms of articles nine, eleven, fifteen, and sixty-
six of the code of criminal examination, I am the judge.
¡¡¡¡I order that this woman shall be set at liberty."
¡¡¡¡Javert ventured to make a final effort.
¡¡¡¡"But, Mr. Mayor--"
¡¡¡¡"I refer you to article eighty-one of the law of the 13th of
December, 1799, in regard to arbitrary detention."
¡¡¡¡"Monsieur le Maire, permit me--"
¡¡¡¡"Not another word."
¡¡¡¡"Leave the room," said M. Madeleine.
¡¡¡¡Javert received the blow erect, full in the face, in his breast, like
a Russian soldier.
¡¡¡¡He bowed to the very earth before the mayor and left the room.
¡¡¡¡Fantine stood aside from the door and stared at him in amazement as
he passed.
¡¡¡¡Nevertheless, she also was the prey to a strange confusion.
¡¡¡¡She had just seen herself a subject of dispute between two opposing
powers. She had seen two men who held in their hands her liberty, her
life, her soul, her child, in combat before her very eyes; one of these
men was drawing her towards darkness, the other was leading her back
towards the light.
¡¡¡¡In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these
two men had appeared to her like two giants; the one spoke like her
demon, the other like her good angel. The angel had conquered the demon,
and, strange to say, that which made her shudder from head to foot was
the fact that this angel, this liberator, was the very man whom she
abhorred, that mayor whom she had so long regarded as the author of all
her woes, that Madeleine! And at the very moment when she had insulted
him in so hideous a fashion, he had saved her!
¡¡¡¡Had she, then, been mistaken? Must she change her whole soul?
¡¡¡¡She did not know; she trembled. She listened in bewilderment, she
looked on in affright, and at every word uttered by M. Madeleine she felt
the frightful shades of hatred crumble and melt within her, and something
warm and ineffable, indescribable, which was both joy, confidence and
love, dawn in her heart.
¡¡¡¡When Javert had taken his departure, M. Madeleine turned to her and
said to her in a deliberate voice, like a serious man who does not wish
to weep and who finds some difficulty in speaking:--
¡¡¡¡"I have heard you.
¡¡¡¡I knew nothing about what you have mentioned. I believe that it is
true, and I feel that it is true.
¡¡¡¡I was even ignorant of the fact that you had left my shop.
¡¡¡¡Why did you not apply to me?
¡¡¡¡But here; I will pay your debts, I will send for your child, or you
shall go to her.
¡¡¡¡You shall live here, in Paris, or where you please.
¡¡¡¡I undertake the care of your child and yourself.
¡¡¡¡You shall not work any longer if you do not like.
¡¡¡¡I will give all the money you require.
¡¡¡¡You shall be honest and happy once more.
¡¡¡¡And listen! 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.
¡¡¡¡She stared stupidly at this man who was talking to her, and could
only give vent to two or three sobs, "Oh!
¡¡¡¡Her limbs gave way beneath her, she knelt in front of M. Madeleine,
and before he could prevent her he felt her grasp his hand and press her
lips to it.
¡¡¡¡Then she fainted.


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