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 Les Mis&eacute;rables, Volume 1: Fantine, Book fourth: To Confide is Sometimes to Deliver into a Person's Power, Chapter 1: One Mother Meets Another Mother<br />
-(Tome 1: Fantine, Livre 4i&egrave;me: Confier, c'est quelquefois livrer, Chapitre 1: Une mère qui en rencontre un autre)
+(Tome 1: Fantine, Livre quatri&egrave;me: Confier, c'est quelquefois livrer, Chapitre 1: Une mère qui en rencontre un autre)
 ==General notes on this chapter==

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- There was, at Montfermeil, near Paris, during the first quarter of this century, a sort of cook-shop which no longer exists. This cook-shop was kept by some people named Thenardier, husband and wife. It was situated in Boulanger Lane. Over the door there was a board nailed flat against the wall. Upon this board was painted something which resembled a man carrying another man on his back, the latter wearing the big gilt epaulettes of a general, with large silver stars; red spots represented blood; the rest of the picture consisted of smoke, and probably represented a battle. Below ran this inscription: AT THE SIGN OF SERGEANT OF WATERLOO (Au Sargent de Waterloo).
+There was, at Montfermeil, near Paris, during the first quarter of this century, a sort of cook-shop which no longer exists. This cook-shop was kept by some people named Thenardier, husband and wife. It was situated in Boulanger Lane. Over the door there was a board nailed flat against the wall. Upon this board was painted something which resembled a man carrying another man on his back, the latter wearing the big gilt epaulettes of a general, with large silver stars; red spots represented blood; the rest of the picture consisted of smoke, and probably represented a battle. Below ran this inscription: AT THE SIGN OF SERGEANT OF WATERLOO (Au Sargent de Waterloo).
 Nothing is more common than a cart or a truck at the door of a hostelry. Nevertheless, the vehicle, or, to speak more accurately, the fragment of a vehicle, which encumbered the street in front of the cook-shop of the Sergeant of Waterloo, one evening in the spring of 1818, would certainly have attracted, by its mass, the attention of any painter who had passed that way.
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 As she rocked her little ones, the mother hummed in a discordant voice a romance then celebrated:—
-                 "It must be, said a warrior."
+"It must be, said a warrior."
 Her song, and the contemplation of her daughters, prevented her hearing and seeing what was going on in the street.
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 "You have two beautiful children there, Madame."
-                 "To the fair and tender Imogene—"
+"To the fair and tender Imogene—"
 replied the mother, continuing her romance; then she turned her head.
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 Then, her mind still running on her romance, she resumed humming between her teeth:—
-                 "It must be so; I am a knight,
+"It must be so; I am a knight,
-                  And I am off to Palestine."
+And I am off to Palestine."
 This Madame Thenardier was a sandy-complexioned 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 erect—destinies hang upon such a thing as that.
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 "Total, fifty-seven francs," said Madame Thenardier. And she hummed vaguely, with these figures:—
-                 "It must be, said a warrior."
+"It must be, said a warrior."
 "I will pay it," said the mother. "I have eighty francs. I shall have enough left to reach the country, by travelling on foot. I shall earn money there, and as soon as I have a little I will return for my darling."
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 "That will serve to pay my note for one hundred and ten francs which falls due to-morrow; I lacked fifty francs. Do you know that I should have had a bailiff and a protest after me? You played the mouse-trap nicely with your young ones."
 "Without suspecting it," said the woman.
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 Tout en berçant ses deux petites, la mère chantonnait d'une voix fausse une romance alors célèbre:
-                 Il le faut, disait un guerrier.
+Il le faut, disait un guerrier.
 Sa chanson et la contemplation de ses filles l'empêchaient d'entendre et de voir ce qui se passait dans la rue.
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 —Vous avez là deux jolis enfants, madame, répondit la mère, continuant sa romance:
-                 À la belle et tendre Imogine.
+À la belle et tendre Imogine.
 rèpondit la mère, continuant sa romance, puis elle tourna la tête.
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 Puis, toujours à sa romance, elle reprit entre ses dents:
-                 Il le faut, je suis chevalier,
+Il le faut, je suis chevalier,
-                 Et je pars pour la Palestine.
+Et je pars pour la Palestine.
 Cette madame Thénardier était une femme rousse, charnue, anguleuse; le type femme-à-soldat dans toute sa disgrâce. Et, chose bizarre, avec un air penché qu'elle devait à des lectures romanesques. C'était une minaudière hommasse. De vieux romans qui se sont éraillés sur des imaginations de gargotières ont de ces effets-là. Elle était jeune encore; elle avait à peine trente ans. Si cette femme, qui était accroupie, se fût tenue droite, peut-être sa haute taille et sa carrure de colosse ambulant propre aux foires, eussent-elles dès l'abord effarouché la voyageuse, troublé sa confiance, et fait évanouir ce que nous avons à raconter. Une personne qui est assise au lieu d'être debout, les destinées tiennent à cela.
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 —Total cinquante-sept francs, dit la madame Thénardier. Et à travers ces chiffres, elle chantonnait vaguement:
-                 Il le faut, disait un guerrier.
+Il le faut, disait un guerrier.
 —Je les donnerai, dit la mère, j'ai quatre-vingts francs. Il me restera de quoi aller au pays. En allant à pied. Je gagnerai de l'argent là-bas, et dès que j'en aurai un peu, je reviendrai chercher l'amour.
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 —Cela va me payer mon effet de cent dix francs qui échoit demain. Il me manquait cinquante francs. Sais-tu que j'aurais eu l'huissier et un protêt? Tu as fait là une bonne souricière avec tes petites.
 —Sans m'en douter, dit la femme.
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Volume 1/Book 4/Chapter 1 - Revision history

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Smirli: Created page with "Les Misérables, Volume 1: Fantine, Book fourth: To Confide is Sometimes to Deliver into a Person's Power, Chapter 1: One Mother Meets Another Mother (Tome 1: Fant..."

Smirli: Created page with "Les Misérables, Volume 1: Fantine, Book fourth: To Confide is Sometimes to Deliver into a Person's Power, Chapter 1: One Mother Meets Another Mother
(Tome 1: Fant..."