[CHAPTER IV.]
AUTHORITY RESUMES ITS RIGHTS.
Fantine had not seen Javert since the day when the Mayor tore her out of his clutches, and her sickly brain could form no other thought but that he had come to fetch her. She could not endure his frightful face: she felt herself dying. She buried her face in her hands, and cried with agony,—
"Monsieur Madeleine, save me!"
Jean Valjean—we will not call him otherwise in future—had risen, and said to Fantine in his gentlest, calmest voice,—
"Do not be alarmed: he has not come for you."
Then he turned to Javert and said,—
"I know what you want."
And Javert answered,—
"Come, make haste—"