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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les Miserable by Victor

Hugo chapter

two Fauchelevent in the presence of a

difficulty, it

is the peculiarity of certain persons in

certain professions, notably priests and

nuns, to wear a grave and agitated air on

critical occasions. At the moment when

Fauchelevert entered, this double form of

preoccupation was imprinted on the countenance of the

prioress, who was that wise and

charming mademoiselle de Blemour. Mother

Innocente, who was ordinarily

cheerful. The gardener made a timid

bow and remained at the door of the cell. The

prioress, who was telling her beads, raised her eyes and

said, ah, it is you, Father Fauvent.

This abbreviation had been adopted in the convent.

Fauchelevert bowed again. Father

favend, ive sent for you. Here

I am, Reverend Mother. I have something to

say to you. And so have I,

said Fauchelevent with a boldness which caused him inward

terror. I have something to say to the very

reverend mother. The prioress

stared at him. you have a communication

to make to me.

>> Brie Carlisle: A request.

>> Brie Carlisle: Very well. Speak, good

men. Faucheleverthe, the ex notary, belonged

to the category of peasants who have assurance.

A certain clever ignorance constitutes a

force. You do not distrust it, and you are

caught by it. Fauchelevert had been a success

during the something more than two years which he had passed in the

convent. Always solitary and busied

about his gardening, he had nothing else to do than

indulge his curiosity. as, he was at a distance from all those

veiled women passing to and fro, he

saw before him only an agitation of shadows.

By dint of attention and sharpness, he had succeeded in

clothing all those phantoms with flesh, and those

corpses were alive for him. He was like a

deaf man whose sight grows keener and like

a blind man whose hearing becomes more cute.

He had applied himself to riddling out the significance of the different

peels, and he had succeeded so that this

taciturn and enigmatical cloister possessed no

secrets for him. The sphinx babbled all their

secrets in his ear. Fauchelevert knew

all and concealed all, that constituted his

art. The whole convent thought him

stupid, a great merit in

religion. The vocal mothers made much of

Fauchelevert. He was a curious

mute. He inspired confidence.

Moreover, he was regular and never went out except

for well demonstrated requirements of the orchard and vegetable

garden. This discretion of conduct

had inured to his credit. Nonetheless, he had set

two men to chattering the porter in the convent,

and he knew the singularities of their parlor and

the gravedigger at the cemetery, and he was

acquainted with the peculiarities of their sepulture.

In this way, he possessed a double light on the subject of

these nuns, one as to their life,

the other as to their death. But he

did not abuse his knowledge. The

congregation thought a great deal of him.

Old, lame, blind to

everything, probably a little deaf into the

bargain. What qualities they would have

found it difficult to replace him. The m good man,

with the assurance of a person who feels that he has

appreciated, entered into a rather diffuse and

very deep rustic harangue to the reverend prioress.

He talked a long time about his age, his

infirmities, the surcharge of years, counting double for him

henceforth, of the increasing demands of his work, of

the great size of the garden of nights which

must be passed like the last, for instance, when he

had been obliged to put straw mats over the melon beds because of

the moon. And he wound up as

that. He had a brother, the prioress made a

movement, a brother no longer

young, a second movement on the part of the

prioress, one expressive

reassurance that if he might be permitted,

this brother would come and live with him and help him,

that he was an excellent gardener, that the community

would receive from him good service better than his

own, that otherwise, if his brother were not

admitted, as he the elder felt that his health was

broken and that he was insufficient for the

work, he should be obliged greatly to his

regret to go away, and that his brother had a

little daughter whom he would bring with him, who might be reared

for God in the house, and who might,

who knows, become a nun someday.

When he had finished speaking, the prioress stayed, the slipping

of her rosary between her fingers, and said to him,

could you procure a stout iron bar between now and this

evening? For what purpose?

To serve as a lever? Yes, Reverend

Mother, replied Fauchelevert. The

prioress, without adding a word, rose and entered the

adjoining room, which was the hall of the chapter and

where the vocal mothers were probably assembled.

Fosh lover was left alone.

Thank you for joining bite at a time books today while

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Again, my name is Brie carlisle, and

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

Le Miserable.

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>> Brie Carlisle: Take a look at a book and let's

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Take it chapter by chapter one

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and mountains we can

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take your word go word, line by

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