He doesn't look at me with pity like others. He looks at me with hatred so strong, burning in his eyes. I have broken the law, and I am just another thief. He is no man of mercy. He's a big man and thinks only of the law- the laws I've broken.
The Inspector does not smile or laugh, but he is good. To be good and out of the gutter is what I want. Imagine me, the Jondrette girl and the inspector standing together. He would forgive my sins, smile at me, and say "Ah! Azelma, have you caught that wretched Thenardier yet?" No one knows how much I want to stand near him, not even Ponine.
No one has to know.