The woman raised her head；her furious voice suddenly died away.Her eyes were glassy；she turned pale instead of livid，and she trembled with a quiver of terror.
She had recognized Javert.
The dandy took advantage of the incident to make his escape.
BOOK FIFTH.——THE DESCENT
XIII THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE MUNICIPAL POLICE
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 obscenity.
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 preoccupied.
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 tribunal.
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 back.
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 see.
And then，he had been saying impertinent things to me for a long time：
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 creature？
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.
