This is a peculiarity of French grisettes.
You are an Englishman, and you don't understand. Learn, my friend,
learn. Come to Paris and improve your morals.
Fantine was the soul of modesty. She always wore high-neck
dresses. High-neck dresses are a sign of modesty.
Fantine loved Tholmoyes. Why? My God! What are you to do? It
was the fault of her parents, and she hadn't any. How shall you
teach her? You must teach the parent if you wish to educate the
child. How would you become virtuous?
Teach your grandmother!
V.
When Tholmoyes ran away from Fantine,--which was done in a
charming, gentlemanly manner,--Fantine became convinced that a
rigid sense of propriety might look upon her conduct as immoral.
She was a creature of sensitiveness,--and her eyes were opened.
She was virtuous still, and resolved to break off the liaison at
once.
So she put up her wardrobe and baby in a bundle. Child as she was,
she loved them both. Then left Paris.
VI.
Fantine's native place had changed.
M. Madeline--an angel, and inventor of jet work--had been teaching
the villagers how to make spurious jet.
This is a progressive age. Those Americans,--children of the
West,--they make nutmegs out of wood.
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