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One only shrugs one's shoulders over such children！〃
Then she thought of Tholomyes； who had shrugged his shoulders over his child； and who did not take that innocent being seriously； and her heart grew gloomy toward that man。 But what was she to do？
She no longer knew to whom to apply。 She had mitted a fault； but the foundation of her nature； as will be remembered； was modesty and virtue。
She was vaguely conscious that she was on the verge of falling into distress； and of gliding into a worse state。
Courage was necessary； she possessed it； and held herself firm。
The idea of returning to her native town of M。 sur M。 occurred to her。
There； some one might possibly know her and give her work； yes； but it would be necessary to conceal her fault。
In a confused way she perceived the necessity of a separation which would be more painful than the first one。 Her heart contracted； but she took her resolution。
Fantine； as we shall see； had the fierce bravery of life。
She had already valiantly renounced finery； had dressed herself in linen； and had put all her silks； all her ornaments； all her ribbons； and all her laces on her daughter； the only vanity which was left to her； and a holy one it was。
She sold all that she had； which produced for her two hundred francs； her little debts paid； she had only about eighty francs left。
At the age of twenty…two； on a beautiful spring morning； she quitted Paris； bearing her child on her back。 Any one who had seen these two pass would have had pity on them。 This woman had； in all the world； nothing but her child； and the child had； in all the world； no one but this woman。
Fantine had nursed her child； and this had tired her chest； and she coughed a little。
We shall have no further occasion to speak of M。 Felix Tholomyes。 Let us confine ourselves to saying； that； twenty years later； under King Louis Philippe； he was a great provincial lawyer； wealthy and influential； a wise elector； and a very severe juryman； he was still a man of pleasure。
Towards the middle of the day； after having； from time to time； for the sake of resting herself； travelled； for three or four sous a league； in what was then known as the Petites Voitures des Environs de Paris； the 〃little suburban coach service；〃 Fantine found herself at Montfermeil； in the alley Boulanger。
As she passed the Thenardier hostelry； the two little girls； blissful in the monster swing； had dazzled her in a manner； and she had halted in front of that vision of joy。
Charms exist。
These two little girls were a charm to this mother。
She gazed at them in much emotion。
The presence of angels is an announcement of Paradise。
She thought that； above this inn； she beheld the mysterious HERE of Providence。
These two little creatures were evidently happy。
She gazed at them； she admired them； in such emotion that at the moment when their mother was recovering her breath between two couplets of her song； she could not refrain from addressing to her the remark which we have just read：
〃You have two pretty children； Madame。〃
The most ferocious creatures are disarmed by caresses bestowed on their young。
The mother raised her head and thanked her； and bade the wayfarer sit down on the bench at the door； she herself being seated on the threshold。
The two women began to chat。
〃My name is Madame Thenardier；〃 said the mother of the two little girls。 〃We keep this inn。〃
Then； her mind still running on her romance； she resumed humming between her teeth：
〃It must be so； I am a knight；
And I am off to Palestine。〃
This Madame Thenardier was a sandy…plexioned woman； thin and angular the type of the soldier's wife in all its unpleasantness； and what was odd； with a languishing air； which she owed to her perusal of romances。
She was a simpering； but masculine creature。 Old romances produce that effect when rubbed against the imagination of cook…shop woman。
She was still young； she was barely thirty。 If this crouching woman had stood upright； her lofty stature and her frame of a perambulating colossus suitable for fairs； might have frightened the traveller at the outset； troubled her confidence； and disturbed what caused what we have to relate to vanish。 A person who is seated instead of standing erectdestinies hang upon such a thing as that。
The traveller told her story； with slight modifications。
That she was a working…woman； that her husband was dead； that her work in Paris had failed her； and that she was on her way to seek it elsewhere； in her own native parts； that she had left Paris that morning on foot； that； as she was carrying her child； and felt fatigued； she had got into the Villemomble coach when she met it； that from Villemomble she had e to Montfermeil on foot； that the little one had walked a little； but not much； because she was so young； and that she had been obliged to take her up； and the jewel had fallen asleep。
At this word she bestowed on her daughter a passionate kiss； which woke her。
The child opened her eyes； great blue eyes like her mother's； and looked atwhat？
Nothing； with that serious and sometimes severe air of little children； which is a mystery of their luminous innocence in the presence of our twilight of virtue。
One would say that they feel themselves to be angels； and that they know us to be men。
Then the child began to laugh； and although the mother held fast to her； she slipped to the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished to run。 All at once she caught sight of the two others in the swing； stopped short； and put out her tongue； in sign of admiration。
Mother Thenardier released her daughters； made them descend from the swing； and said：
〃Now amuse yourselves； all three of you。〃
Children bee acquainted quickly at that age； and at the expiration of a minute the little Thenardiers were playing with the new…er at making holes in the ground； which was an immense pleasure。
The new…er was very gay； the goodness of the mother is written in the gayety of the child； she had seized a scrap of wood which served her for a shovel； and energetically dug a cavity big enough for a fly。
The grave…digger's business bees a subject for laughter when performed by a child。
The two women pursued their chat。
〃What is your little one's name？〃
〃Cosette。〃
For Cosette； read Euphrasie。
The child's name was Euphrasie。 But out of Euphrasie the mother had made Cosette by that sweet and graceful instinct of mothers and of the populace which changes Josepha into Pepita； and Francoise into Sillette。
It is a sort of derivative which disarranges and disconcerts the whole science of etymologists。
We have known a grandmother who succeeded in turning Theodore into Gnon。
〃How old is she？〃
〃She is going on three。〃
〃That is the age of my eldest。〃
In the meantime； the three little girls were grouped in an attitude of profound anxiety and blissfulness； an event had happened； a big worm had emerged from the ground； and they were afraid； and they were in ecstasies over it。
Their rad