Chapter 50 Madame Nine Vic Dunian is done

It seems that the monk's widow played a positive role. But M. Madeleine was completely ignorant of what had happened.This is just the kind of deception that is full of people in the world.According to M. Madeleine's habit, he almost never went to the women's workshop.He entrusted the general care of the workshop to an old maid, introduced to him by the parish priest, in whom he had complete confidence; In terms of charity, the compassion of understanding and tolerating people is relatively poor.M. Madeleine entrusted her with everything.There are times when the kindest people in the world are obliged to entrust their power to others.The stewardess, with that carte blanche and her self-righteous opinion, brought the case, judged, decided, and condemned Fantine.

As for the fifty francs, she had embezzled it from a sum which M. Madeleine had entrusted to her without having to reimburse the workmen. Fantine went from house to house in that place, looking for someone to employ her as a servant.No one wants her.Nor can she leave the city.The second-hand dealer who charged her for furniture (what furniture!) said to her: "If you leave, I will have you arrested as a thief." The owner of the house who asked her for rent said to her: "You Young and handsome. You must be able to pay for it." She divided the fifty francs between the landlord and the second-hand dealer, and returned three-quarters of her furniture to the dealer, leaving only the necessary part, No job, no status, nothing but a couch, and a debt of about a hundred francs.

She sewed coarse shirts for the soldiers in the barracks, and earned twelve sous a day.Out of the twelve sous she had to spend ten for her daughter.Since then, she has not paid the Thenardiers in full and on time. At this time, there was an old woman, the old woman who used to light the candles for Fantine when she came home in the evening, and taught her the art of living hard. Behind the poor life, there is a life of having nothing. .It was like two rooms, the first was dark and the second was dark. Fantine learned how to keep out of the fire at all in winter, how to ignore a bird that came every two days to eat a penny of corn, how to make a quilt out of a skirt, how to make a skirt out of a quilt, and how to eat in the light from the opposite window. , to save candles.We can't know how certain weak people who have been down all their lives, penniless and honest and self-loving, can figure out how to get out of a sou.Over time, that approach becomes a skill.Fantine was a little more emboldened by the acquisition of that sublime skill.

At that time, she said to a neighbor woman: "What are you afraid of! I often say to myself, I only sleep for five hours, and I spend the rest of the time sewing, and I can always have a casual meal. And people eat well when they are worried And less. Besides, my pains, my sorrows, my bread on the one hand, and my troubles on the other, are enough to feed me." It would be a great happiness if she could get her little daughter in such a miserable situation.She wants to get her here.But what to do!Make her suffer together?Besides, she owed the Thenardiers money!How to pay it off?And travel expenses!How to pay?

The old lady who taught her this lesson, which may be called the method of alleviating poverty, was a saint called Marguerite, who was devoted to goodness, and was kind to the poor, even to the rich, In terms of writing, she can barely sign "Margaret", and she believes in God. Her knowledge is only belief in God. There are many good people like that in the world. They are inferior to others for a while, and they will be superior to others one day.This kind of person has a future. At first Fantine was too ashamed to go out. As she walked down the street, she guessed that people must be pointing at her behind her back; everyone looked at her, but no one greeted her; Like the wind, it pierced her body and soul.

In a small town, an unfortunate woman seems to be naked under the ridicule and curiosity of everyone.In Paris, at least, no one knows you, you don't know each other, it's like having a covering.well!How she longed to go to Paris!Impossible. She was used to being poor, and she had to get used to being despised.Gradually she made up her mind.After two or three months, she overcame her shame and went out on the street as if nothing had happened. "It has nothing to do with me," she said.With her head held high and a wry smile, she walked on the street, feeling that she had become a shameless person.

Madame Victunian sometimes saw her pass under her window, saw the misery of "that fellow", and thought that thanks to her, "that fellow" had returned to "her rightful place", and she felt a wave of pain. Happy.Black-hearted people have their own black happiness. Fantine was worn out by overwork, and her dry cough began to worsen.She sometimes said to her neighbor Marguerite: "Touch and see how hot my hands are." But in the morning, when she brushed her lustrous, silky hair with an old broken comb, she also had the pleasure of looking at herself.