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>> Brie Carlisle: Take it chapter by chapter one

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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing Le miserable by Victor

Hugo chapter

nine the man with the bell

he walked straight up to the man whom he saw in the

garden. He had taken in his hand the

roll of silver which was in the pocket of his waistcoat.

The mans head was bent down and he did not see him

approaching. In a few strides. Jean

Valjean stood beside him. Jean Valjean

accosted him with the cry, 100 francs.

The man gave a start and raised his eyes.

You can earn 100 francs, went on Jean

Valjean, if you will grant me shelter for this

night. The moon shone full upon

Jean Valjeans terrified countenance.

>> Brie Carlisle: What? So it is you, Father

Madeleine, said the man.

>> Brie Carlisle: That name thus pronounced at that

obscure hour in that unknown spot by

that strange man, made Jean Valjean start

back. He had expected anything but

that. The person who thus addressed him was

a bent and lame old man, dressed almost like a

peasant, who wore on his left knee a leather

kneecap, whence hung a moderately large bell.

His face, which was in the shadow, was not

distinguishable. However, the good man had

removed his cap and exclaimed, trembling all over.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ah, good God. How come you here, Father

Madeleine, where did you enter,

dear? Jesus, did you fall from heaven? There is

no trouble about that. If ever you do

fall, it will be from there. And what a state you

are in. You have no cravat, you have no

hat, you have no coat. Do you know you

would have frightened anyone who did not know you? No

coat. Lord God, are the saints going mad

nowadays? But how did you get in here?

>> Brie Carlisle: His words tumbled over each other. The good

man talked with a rustic volubility in which there was nothing

alarming. All this was uttered with a

mixture of stupefaction and naive kindliness.

Who are you? And what house is this? Demanded

Jean Valjean.

>> Brie Carlisle: pard you. This is too much.

>> Brie Carlisle: Exclaimed the old man.

>> Brie Carlisle: I am the person of whom you got the place here.

And this house is the one where you had me

placed. What, you dont

recognize me?

>> Brie Carlisle: No, said Jean Valjean. And

how happens it that you know me?

>> Brie Carlisle: You saved my life, said the man.

>> Brie Carlisle: He turned. A ray of moonlight outlined

his profile, and Jean Valjean recognized

old Fauchelevert. Ah, said Jean

Valjean. So it is you.

Yes, I recollect you.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is very lucky, said the old.

>> Brie Carlisle: Man in a reproachful tone. And what are

you doing here? Resumed Jean Valjean.

>> Brie Carlisle: I am covering my melons, of course.

>> Brie Carlisle: In fact, at the moment when Jean Valjean

accosted him, old Fauchelevert held in his

hand at the end of a straw mat, which he was occupied in

spreading over the melon bed during the hour

or thereabouts that he had been in the garden, he had already spread out

a number of them. It was this operation which

had caused him to execute the peculiar movements observed from the

shed by Jean Valjean.

>> Brie Carlisle: He continued, I said to myself,

the moon is bright. It is going to freeze. What

if I were to put my melons into their greatcoats?

>> Brie Carlisle: And, he added, looking at Jean Valjean.

>> Brie Carlisle: With a broad smile, Pardieu, you ought to have

done the same. But how do you come here?

>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean, finding himself known to this

man, at least only under the name of Madeline,

thenceforth advanced only with caution, he

multiplied his questions. Strange to say,

their roles seemed to be reversed. It was he the

intruder who interrogated and

what is this bell you wear on your knee?

>> Brie Carlisle: This, replied Fauchelevert,

is so that I may be avoided.

>> Brie Carlisle: What? So that you may be avoided.

Old Fauchelevert winked with an indescribable

air.

>> Brie Carlisle: Oh, goodness, there are only women in this house,

many young girls. It appears that I should be a

dangerous person to meet. The bell gives them

warning. When I come, they go.

>> Brie Carlisle: what house is this?

>> Brie Carlisle: Come. You know well enough.

>> Brie Carlisle: But I do not.

>> Brie Carlisle: Not when you got me the place here as a gardener.

>> Brie Carlisle: Answer me as though I knew nothing.

>> Brie Carlisle: Well, then, this is the petite pic piss convent.

>> Brie Carlisle: Memories recurred to Jean Valjean.

Chance, that is to say, providence had cast him

into precisely that convent in the courtier Saint

Antoine, where old Fauchelevert, crippled by the fall

from his cart, had been admitted on his recommendation

two years previously. He repeated, as

though talking to himself, the petite

picpus convent.

>> Brie Carlisle: Exactly, returned old Fauchelevert.

But to come to the point, how the deuce did you manage to

get in here? You, Father Madeline, no

matter if youre a saint, you are a man as well. And no man

enters here.

>> Brie Carlisle: You certainly are here.

>> Brie Carlisle: There is no one but me.

>> Brie Carlisle: Still, said Jean Valjean. I must

stay here.

>> Brie Carlisle: Oh, good God.

>> Brie Carlisle: Cried Fauchelevert. Jean Valjean drew near to

the old man and said to him in a grave voice,

Father foch Lavert, I saved your life.

>> Brie Carlisle: I was the first to recall it, returned

Fauchelevert.

>> Brie Carlisle: Well, you can do today for me that which I did for you

in the olden days. Fauchelevert

took in his aged, trembling and wrinkled

hands Jean Valjean's too robust hands,

and stood for several minutes as though incapable of speaking.

>> Brie Carlisle: At length he exclaimed, oh, that would be a

blessing from the good God if I could make you

some little return for that. Save your

life, Monsieur le Maire. Dispose of the old

man.

>> Brie Carlisle: A wonderful joy had transfigured this old man.

His countenance seemed to emit a ray of light.

>> Brie Carlisle: What do you wish me to do?

>> Brie Carlisle: He resumed. That I will explain to

you. You have a chamber.

>> Brie Carlisle: I have an isolated hovel yonder behind the ruins of the

old convent, in a corner which no one ever

looks into. There are three rooms in it.

>> Brie Carlisle: The, hut was in fact so well hidden behind the ruins,

and so cleverly arranged to prevent it being seen,

that Jean Valjean had not perceived it.

Good, said Jean Valjean, now im going to ask

two things of you.

>> Brie Carlisle: What are they, mister mayor?

>> Brie Carlisle: In the first place, you are not to tell anyone what you know about

me. In the second, youre not to try to find out anything

more as you please.

>> Brie Carlisle: I know that you can do nothing that is not honest,

that you have always been a man after the good gods heart.

And then, moreover, you it was who

placed me here. That concerns you.

I am at your service.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is settled, then. Now come with

me. We will go and get the child. Ah, said

Faucheleventhe.

>> Brie Carlisle: So there is a child.

>> Brie Carlisle: He added, not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean

as a dog follows his master. Less

than half an hour afterwards, Cosette, who had grown

rosy again before the flame of a good fire, was lying asleep

in the old gardeners bed. Jean Valjean

had put on his cravat and coat once more. His

hat, which he had flung over the wall, had been found and picked

up. While Jean Valjean was putting on his

coat, Fauchelevert had removed the bell and

kneecap, which now hung on a nail beside a vintage

basket that adorned the wall. The

two men were warming themselves with their elbows resting on a

table upon which Fauchelevert had placed a bit of

cheese, black bread, a bottle of wine, and

two glasses.

>> Brie Carlisle: And the old man was saying to.

>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean as he laid his hand on the latters knee,

ah.

>> Brie Carlisle: Father Madeleine. You did not recognize

me immediately. You save peoples lives and

then you forget them. That is bad,

but they remember you. You are an

ingrate.

>> Brie Carlisle: Thank you for joining bite at a time books today while

we read a bite of one of your favorite classics.

Again, my name is Brie Carlisle,

and I hope you come back tomorrow, for the next bite

of Les Miserables.

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