雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1-第43部分
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So her fault was now known to every one。
She no longer felt strong enough to say a word。
She was advised to see the mayor； she did not dare。
The mayor had given her fifty francs because he was good； and had dismissed her because he was just。 She bowed before the decision。
BOOK FIFTH。THE DESCENT
CHAPTER IX
MADAME VICTURNIEN'S SUCCESS
So the monk's widow was good for something。
But M。 Madeleine had heard nothing of all this。
Life is full of just such binations of events。
M。 Madeleine was in the habit of almost never entering the women's workroom。
At the head of this room he had placed an elderly spinster； whom the priest had provided for him； and he had full confidence in this superintendent；a truly respectable person； firm； equitable； upright； full of the charity which consists in giving； but not having in the same degree that charity which consists in understanding and in forgiving。
M。 Madeleine relied wholly on her。
The best men are often obliged to delegate their authority。
It was with this full power； and the conviction that she was doing right； that the superintendent had instituted the suit； judged； condemned； and executed Fantine。
As regards the fifty francs； she had given them from a fund which M。 Madeleine had intrusted to her for charitable purposes； and for giving assistance to the workwomen； and of which she rendered no account。
Fantine tried to obtain a situation as a servant in the neighborhood；
she went from house to house。
No one would have her。
She could not leave town。
The second…hand dealer； to whom she was in debt for her furnitureand what furniture！said to her； 〃If you leave； I will have you arrested as a thief。〃
The householder； whom she owed for her rent； said to her； 〃You are young and pretty； you can pay。〃
She divided the fifty francs between the landlord and the furniture…dealer； returned to the latter three…quarters of his goods； kept only necessaries； and found herself without work； without a trade； with nothing but her bed； and still about fifty francs in debt。
She began to make coarse shirts for soldiers of the garrison； and earned twelve sous a day。
Her daughter cost her ten。
It was at this point that she began to pay the Thenardiers irregularly。
However； the old woman who lighted her candle for her when she returned at night； taught her the art of living in misery。 Back of living on little； there is the living on nothing。 These are the two chambers； the first is dark； the second is black。
Fantine learned how to live without fire entirely in the winter； how to give up a bird which eats a half a farthing's worth of millet every two days； how to make a coverlet of one's petticoat； and a petticoat of one's coverlet； how to save one's candle； by taking one's meals by the light of the opposite window。 No one knows all that certain feeble creatures； who have grown old in privation and honesty； can get out of a sou。
It ends by being a talent。
Fantine acquired this sublime talent； and regained a little courage。
At this epoch she said to a neighbor； 〃Bah！
I say to myself； by only sleeping five hours； and working all the rest of the time at my sewing； I shall always manage to nearly earn my bread。
And； then； when one is sad； one eats less。
Well； sufferings； uneasiness； a little bread on one hand； trouble on the other；all this will support me。〃
It would have been a great happiness to have her little girl with her in this distress。
She thought of having her e。
But what then！ Make her share her own destitution！
And then； she was in debt to the Thenardiers！
How could she pay them？
And the journey！ How pay for that？
The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life of indigence； was a sainted spinster named Marguerite； who was pious with a true piety； poor and charitable towards the poor； and even towards the rich； knowing how to write just sufficiently to sign herself Marguerite； and believing in God； which is science。
There are many such virtuous people in this lower world； some day they will be in the world above。
This life has a morrow。
At first； Fantine had been so ashamed that she had not dared to go out。
When she was in the street； she divined that people turned round behind her； and pointed at her； every one stared at her and no one greeted her； the cold and bitter scorn of the passers…by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind。
It seems as though an unfortunate woman were utterly bare beneath the sarcasm and the curiosity of all in small towns。
In Paris； at least； no one knows you； and this obscurity is a garment。 Oh！ how she would have liked to betake herself to Paris！
Impossible！
She was obliged to accustom herself to disrepute； as she had accustomed herself to indigence。
Gradually she decided on her course。 At the expiration of two or three months she shook off her shame； and began to go about as though there were nothing the matter。 〃It is all the same to me；〃 she said。
She went and came； bearing her head well up； with a bitter smile； and was conscious that she was being brazen…faced。
Madame Victurnien sometimes saw her passing； from her window； noticed the distress of 〃that creature〃 who； 〃thanks to her；〃 had been 〃put back in her proper place；〃 and congratulated herself。 The happiness of the evil…minded is black。
Excess of toil wore out Fantine； and the little dry cough which troubled her increased。
She sometimes said to her neighbor； Marguerite； 〃Just feel how hot my hands are！〃
Nevertheless； when she bed her beautiful hair in the morning with an old broken b； and it flowed about her like floss silk； she experienced a moment of happy coquetry。
BOOK FIFTH。THE DESCENT
CHAPTER X
RESULT OF THE SUCCESS
She had been dismissed towards the end of the winter； the summer passed； but winter came again。
Short days； less work。
Winter：
no warmth； no light； no noonday； the evening joining on to the morning； fogs； twilight； the window is gray； it is impossible to see clearly at it。
The sky is but a vent…hole。 The whole day is a cavern。
The sun has the air of a beggar。
A frightful season！ Winter changes the water of heaven and the heart of man into a stone。 Her creditors harrassed her。
Fantine earned too little。
Her debts had increased。
The Thenardiers； who were not promptly paid； wrote to her constantly letters whose contents drove her to despair； and whose carriage ruined her。 One day they wrote to her that her little Cosette was entirely naked in that cold weather； that she needed a woollen skirt； and that her mother must send at least ten francs for this。 She received the letter； and crushed it in her hands all day long。 That evening she went into a barber's shop at the corner of the street； and pulled out her b。
Her admirable golden hair fell to her knees。
〃What splendid hair！〃 exclaimed the barber。
〃How much will you give me for it？〃 said she。
〃Ten francs。〃
〃Cut it off。〃
She purchased a knitted petticoat and sent it to the Thenardiers。 This petticoat made the Thenardiers furious。
It was the money that they wanted。
They gave the petticoat to Eponine。
The poor Lark continued to shiver。
Fantine thought：
〃My child is no longer cold。
I have clothed her with my hair。〃
She put on little round caps which concealed her shorn head； and in which she was still pretty。
Dark thoughts held possession of Fantine's heart。
When she saw that she could no longer dress her hair； she began to hate every one about her。
She had long shared the universal veneration for Father Madeleine； yet； by dint of repeating to herself that it was he who had discharged her； that he was the cause of her unhappiness； she came to hate him also； and most of all。 When she passed the factory in working hours； when the workpeople were at the door； she affected to laugh and sing。
An old workwoman who once saw her laughing and singing in this fashion said； 〃There's a girl who will e to a bad end。
She took a lover； the first who offered； a man whom she did not love； out of bravado and with rage in her heart。
He was a miserable scamp； a sort of mendicant musician； a lazy beggar； who beat her； and who abandoned her as she had taken him； in disgust。
She adored her child。
The lower she descended； the darker everything grew about her； the more radiant shone that little angel at the bottom of her heart。 She said； 〃When I get rich； I will have my Cosette with me；〃 and she laughed。
Her cough did not leave her； and she had sweats on her back。
One day she received from the Thenardiers a letter couched in the following terms：
〃Cosette is ill with a malady which is going the rounds of the neighborhood。
A miliary fever； they call it。 Expensive drugs are required。
This is ruining us； and we can no longer pay for them。
If you do not send us forty francs before the week is out； the little one will be dead。〃
She burst out laughing； and said to her old neighbor：
〃Ah！ they are good！
Forty francs！ the idea！
That makes two napoleons！ Where do they think I am to get them？
These peasants are stupid； truly。〃
Nevertheless she went to a dormer window in the staircase and read the letter once more。
Then she descended the stairs and emerged； running and leaping and still laughing。
Some one met her and said to her； 〃What makes you so gay？〃
She replied：
〃A fine piece of stupidity that some country people have written to me。
They demand forty francs of me。
So much for you； you peasants！〃
As she crossed the square； she saw a great many people collected around a carriage of eccentric shape； upon the top of which stood a man dressed in red； who was holding forth。
He was a quack dentist on his rounds； who was offering to the public full sets of teeth； opiates； powders and elixirs。
Fantine mingled in the group； and began to laugh with the rest at the harangue； which contained slang for the populace and jargon for respectable people。
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