Ah!
Ah!
That's good!
That's really capital!"
Fantine was seized with a fit of trembling.
"My child!" she cried, "to go and fetch my child!
She is not here, then!
Answer me, sister; where is Cosette?
I want my child! Monsieur Madeleine!
Monsieur le Maire!"
Javert stamped his foot.
"And now there's the other one!
Will you hold your tongue, you hussy? It's a pretty sort of a place where convicts are magistrates, and where women of the town are cared for like countesses!
Ah!
But we are going to change all that; it is high time!"
He stared intently at Fantine, and added, once more taking into his grasp Jean Valjean's cravat, shirt and collar:--
"I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no Monsieur le Maire.
There is a thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean Valjean!
And I have him in my grasp!
That's what there is!"