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〃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。
The tooth…puller espied the lovely； laughing girl； and suddenly exclaimed：
〃You have beautiful teeth； you girl there； who are laughing； if you want to sell me your palettes； I will give you a gold napoleon apiece for them。〃
〃What are my palettes？〃 asked Fantine。
〃The palettes；〃 replied the dental professor； 〃are the front teeth； the two upper ones。〃
〃How horrible！〃 exclaimed Fantine。
〃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； e this evening to the inn of the Tillac d'Argent； you will find me there。〃
Fantine returned home。
She was furious； and related the occurrence to her good neighbor Marguerite：
〃Can you understand such a thing？ Is he not an abominable man？
How can they allow such people to go about the country！
Pull out my two front teeth！
Why； I should be horrible！ My hair will grow again； but my teeth！
Ah！ what a monster of a man！ I should prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story！
He told me that he should be at the Tillac d'Argent this evening。〃
〃And what did he offer？〃 asked Marguerite。
〃Two napoleons。〃
〃That makes forty francs。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Fantine； 〃that makes forty francs。〃
She remained thoughtful； and began her work。
At the expiration of a quarter of an hour she left her sewing and went to read the Thenardiers' letter once more on the staircase。
On her return； she said to Marguerite； who was at work beside her：
〃What is a miliary fever？
Do you know？〃
〃Yes；〃 answered the old spinster； 〃it is a disease。〃
〃Does it require many drugs？〃
〃Oh！ terrible drugs。〃
〃How does one get it？〃
〃It is a malady that one gets without knowing how。〃
〃Then it attacks children？〃
〃Children in particular。〃
〃Do people die of it？〃
〃They may；〃 said Marguerite。
Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the staircase。
That evening she went out； and was seen to turn her steps in the direction of the Rue de Paris； where the inns are situated。
The next morning； when Marguerite entered Fantine's room before daylight；for they always worked together； and in this manner used only one candle for the two；she found Fantine seated on her bed； pale and frozen。
She had not lain down。 Her cap had fallen on her knees。
Her candle had burned all night； and was almost entirely consumed。
Marguerite halted on the threshold； petrified at this tremendous wastefulness； and exclaimed：
〃Lord！ the candle is all burned out！
Something has happened。〃
Then she looked at Fantine； who turned toward her her head bereft of its hair。
Fantine had grown ten years older since the preceding night。
〃Jesus！〃 said Marguerite； 〃what is the matter with you； Fantine？〃
〃Nothing；〃 replied Fantine。
〃Quite the contrary。
My child will not die of that frightful malady； for lack of succor。
I am content。〃
So saying； she pointed out to the spinster two napoleons which were glittering on the table。
〃Ah！
Jesus God！〃 cried Marguerite。
〃Why； it is a fortune！ Where did you get those louis d'or？〃
〃I got them；〃 replied Fantine。
At the same time she smiled。
The candle illuminated her countenance。 It was a bloody smile。
A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips； and she had a black hole in her mouth。
The two teeth had been extracted。
She sent the forty francs to Montfermeil。
After all it was a ruse of the Thenardiers to obtain money。 Cosette was not ill。
Fantine threw her mirror out of the window。
She had long since quitted her cell on the second floor for an attic with only a latch to fasten it； next the roof； one of thos