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<h2> CHAPTER VII—FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS </h2>
<p>Fauchelevent had dislocated his kneepan in his fall. Father Madeleine had
him conveyed to an infirmary which he had established for his workmen in
the factory building itself, and which was served by two sisters of
charity. On the following morning the old man found a thousand-franc
bank-note on his night-stand, with these words in Father Madeleine's
writing: "I purchase your horse and cart." The cart was broken, and the
horse was dead. Fauchelevent recovered, but his knee remained stiff. M.
Madeleine, on the recommendation of the sisters of charity and of his
priest, got the good man a place as gardener in a female convent in the
Rue Saint-Antoine in Paris.</p>
<p>Some time afterwards, M. Madeleine was appointed mayor. The first time
that Javert beheld M. Madeleine clothed in the scarf which gave him
authority over the town, he felt the sort of shudder which a watch-dog
might experience on smelling a wolf in his master's clothes. From that
time forth he avoided him as much as he possibly could. When the
requirements of the service imperatively demanded it, and he could not do
otherwise than meet the mayor, he addressed him with profound respect.</p>
<p>This prosperity created at M. sur M. by Father Madeleine had, besides the
visible signs which we have mentioned, another symptom which was none the
less significant for not being visible. This never deceives. When the
population suffers, when work is lacking, when there is no commerce, the
tax-payer resists imposts through penury, he exhausts and oversteps his
respite, and the state expends a great deal of money in the charges for
compelling and collection. When work is abundant, when the country is rich
and happy, the taxes are paid easily and cost the state nothing. It may be
said, that there is one infallible thermometer of the public misery and
riches,—the cost of collecting the taxes. In the course of seven
years the expense of collecting the taxes had diminished three-fourths in
the arrondissement of M. sur M., and this led to this arrondissement being
frequently cited from all the rest by M. de Villele, then Minister of
Finance.</p>
<p>Such was the condition of the country when Fantine returned thither. No
one remembered her. Fortunately, the door of M. Madeleine's factory was
like the face of a friend. She presented herself there, and was admitted
to the women's workroom. The trade was entirely new to Fantine; she could
not be very skilful at it, and she therefore earned but little by her
day's work; but it was sufficient; the problem was solved; she was earning
her living.</p>
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