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>> Brie Carlisle: Today well be continuing.

Les Miserable by Victor Hugo

chapter six Father

Faucheleva

one morning, Monsignor Madeleine was passing through

an unpaved alley of M sur m m.

He heard a noise and saw a group some distance

away. He approached

an old man named Father Fauchelevent had

just fallen beneath his cart, his horse having

tumbled down. This Fauchelevent

was one of the few enemies whom Monsieur Madeleine had at that

time. When Madeleine arrived in the

neighborhood, Fauchelevent, ex notary and

a peasant who was almost educated, had a

business which was beginning to be in a bad way.

Fauchelevent had seen this simple workman grow

rich while he, a lawyer, was being

ruined. This had filled him with

jealousy, and he had done all he could on

every occasion to injure Madeleine.

Then bankruptcy had come, and as, the

old man had nothing left but a cart and a horse,

and neither family nor children, he had turned Carter.

The m horse had two broken legs and could not

rise. The old man was caught in the

wheels. The fall had been so unlucky

that the whole weight of the vehicle rested on his breast.

The cart was quite heavily laden.

Father Fauchelevent was rattling in the throat in the most

lamentable manner. They had tried but in

vain to drag him out. An unmethodical

effort. A had awkwardly given a wrong

shake might kill him. It was impossible to

disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of

him. Javert, who had come up at the moment of

the accident, had sent for a jackscrew.

Monsieur Madeline arrived. People stood

aside respectfully. Help.

Cried old Fauchelever. Who will

be good and save the old man?

Monsieur Madeleine turned towards those present.

Is there Jack screw to be had? One has

been sent for, answered the peasant. How

long will it take to get it? They have gone for the

nearest to flashauds place, where theres a

farrier. But it makes no difference. It will take a good quarter of an

hour. A quarter of an hour.

Exclaimed Madeline. It had rained on the

preceding night. The soil was

soaked, the cart was sinking deeper into the earth

every moment and crushing the old carters breast more and

more. It was evident that his ribs would be broken

in five minutes more. It is impossible to wait

another quarter of an hour, said Madeline to the peasants

who were staring at him. We must. But

itll be too late then. Dont you see that the cart is

sinking? Well, listen,

resumed Madeline. There is still room enough under the

cart to allow a man to crawl beneath it and raise it with his

back. Only half a minute and the poor man can be taken

out.

Is there anyone here who has stout loins and heart? There

are five Louis d'Or, to be earned. Not

a man in the group stirred. Ten Louis,

said Madeline. The persons present dropped

their eyes. One of them muttered, a man would

need to be devilish strong, and then he runs the risk of getting

crushed. Come, began Madeleine

again. 20 Louis. The

same silence. It is not the will

which is lacking, said a voice.

Monsieur Madeleine turned round and recognized

Javert. He had not noticed him on his

arrival. Javert went on. It is

strength. One would have to be a terrible man to do such

a thing as lift a cart like that on his back.

Then, gazing fixedly at Monsieur Madeleine, he went

on emphasizing every word that he uttered.

Monsieur Madeleine, ive never known but one man

capable of doing what you ask.

Madeleine shuddered. Javert added with an

air of indifference, but without removing his eyes from

Madeleine. He was a convict.

Ah, said Madeleine. In the galleys at

Toulon. Madeline

turned pale. Meanwhile, the cart

continued to sink. Slowly. Father Fauchelevent

rattled in the throat and shrieked, im

strangling. My ribs are breaking. Screw

something. Ah. Madeleine,

glanced about him. Is there then, no

one who wishes to earn 20 Louis and save the life of this poor

old man? No one stirred.

Javert resumed. Ive never known

but one man who could take the place of a screw. And he was

that convict.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ah.

>> Brie Carlisle: It is crushing me. Cried the old man.

Madeline raised his head, met

javerts. Falcon eyes, still fixed upon him,

looked at the motionless peasants and smiled

sadly. Then, without saying a

word, he fell on his knees, and before the crowd had even

had time to utter a cry, he was underneath the

vehicle. A terrible moment of

expectation and silence ensued. They

beheld Madeleine almost flat on his stomach beneath that

terrible weight. Make two vain efforts to

bring his knees and his elbows together. They

shouted to him, Father, Madeleine, come out.

Old Fauchelevert himself said to him,

Monsieur Madeleine, go away. You see

that Im fated to die. Leave me. You will get

yourself crushed also. Madeleine

made no reply. All the spectators were

panting. The wheels had continued to sink, and it

had become almost impossible for Madeline to make his way from under the

vehicle. Suddenly, the enormous

mass was seen to quiver. The cart rose

slowly. the wheels half emerged from the ruts.

They heard a stifled voice crying, make, haste.

Help. It was Madeleine who

had just made a final effort. They rushed

forwards. The devotion of a single man had given force and

courage to all. The cart was raised by 20

arms. Old Fauchelevert was saved.

Madeleine rose. He was pale,

though dripping with perspiration. His clothes were

torn and covered with mud. All

wept. The old man kissed his knees and

called him the good God, as, for him.

He bore upon his countenance an indescribable

expression of happy and celestial suffering. And

he fixed his tranquil eye on Javert, who was

still staring at him.

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>> Brie Carlisle: Bite of one of your favorite classics.

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