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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les miserables by Victor

Hugo chapter

seven continuation of the enigma

the night wind had risen, which indicated

that it must be between one and 02:00 in the morning.

Poor Cosette said nothing as, she had seated

herself beside him and leaned her head against him.

Jean Valjean had fancied that she was asleep.

He bent down and looked at her.

Cosettes eyes were wide open and her thoughtful air

pained Jean Valjean. She was

still trembling. Are you sleepy? Said

Jean Valjean. I am very

cold, she replied. A

moment later, she resumed. Is she still

there? Who? Said Jean

Valjean, Madame Thenardier.

Jean Valjean had already forgotten the means which she had employed to make

Cosette keep silent. Ah, ah, said

he. She is gone. You need fear

nothing further. The child sighed

as though a load had been lifted from her breast.

The ground was damp, the shed open on all

sides. The breeze grew more keen every

instant. The good man took off his coat

and wrapped it around Cosette are you less

cold now? Said he. oh, yes, Father.

Well, wait for me a moment. I will soon be

back. He quitted the ruin and crept

along the large building, seeking a better shelter.

He came across doors, but they were closed.

There were bars at all the windows of the ground floor.

Just after he had turned the inner angle of the edifice,

he observed that he was coming to some arched

windows where he perceived a light. He stood on

tiptoe and peeped through one of these windows.

They all opened on a tolerably vast hall

paved with large flagstones, cut up by

arcades and pillars, where only a tiny light

and great shadows were visible. The light

came from a taper which was burning in one corner.

The apartment was deserted, and nothing was stirring in it.

Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently, he thought,

he perceived on the ground something which

appeared to be covered with a winding sheet and which

resembled a human form. This

form was lying face downward, flat on

the pavement, with the arms extended in the form of a

cross. In the immobility of death,

one would have said, judging from a sort of serpent

which undulated over the floor, that this sinister

form had a rope round its neck. The

whole chamber was bathed in that mist of places which

are sparely illuminated, which adds to

horror. Jean Valjean often said

afterwards that, although many funereal specters had

crossed his path in life, he had never beheld

anything more bloodcurdling and terrible than that enigmatical

form accomplishing some inexplicable mystery

in that gloomy place. And beheld thus at

night. It was alarming to suppose that that

thing was perhaps dead. And

still more alarming to think that it was perhaps

alive. He had the courage to

plaster his face to the glass and to watch whether the thing would

move in spite of his remaining

thus what seemed to him a very long time,

the outstretched form made no movement.

All at once he felt himself overpowered by an

inexpressible terror, and he fled. He began to

run towards the shed, not daring to look behind him.

It seemed to him that if he turned his head,

he should see that form following him with great strides

and waving its arms. He

reached the ruin all out of breath. His knees were

giving way beneath him. A perspiration was

pouring from him. Where was

he? Who could ever have imagined anything

like that sort of sepulchre in the midst of Paris?

What was this strange house? An

edifice full of nocturnal mystery calling the souls through the

darkness with the voice of angels? And when they came

offering them abruptly that terrible vision promising

to open the radiant portals of heaven and then opening the horrible

gates of the tomb. It

actually was an edifice, a house which

bore a number on the street. It was not a

dream. He had to touch the stones to convince

himself that such was the fact.

Cold, anxiety, uneasiness, the

emotions of the night had given him a genuine

fever, and all these ideas were

clashing together in his brain.

He stepped up to Cosette.

She was asleep.

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

>> Brie Carlisle: Again, my name is Brie Carlisle and

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of Le Miserable.

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>> Brie Carlisle: M

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>> Brie Carlisle: And mountains we can.

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take your word go word, line.

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