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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les miserables by Victor

Hugo chapter

seven some silhouettes of this

darkness during the

six years which separate 1819 from

1825, the prioress of the petite

Pictpiss was Mademoiselle de Blemer, whose

name in religion was Mother Innocente.

She came of the family of Marguerite de

Blumier, author of Lives of the Saints of the Order

of Saint Benoit. She had been

reelected. She was a woman about 60

years of age, short, thick,

singing like a cracked pot, says the letter, which we have

already quoted. An excellent woman,

moreover, and the only merry one in the whole

convent, and for that reason adored.

She was learned, erudite, wise,

competent, curiously proficient in

history, crammed with Latin, stuffed

with Greek, full of history, and more of a

benedictine monk than a benedictine nun.

The sub pires was an old spanish nun,

Mother Cenaris, who was almost blind.

The most esteemed among the vocal mothers were Mother St.

Honorine, the treasurer, Mother St.

Gertrude, the chief mistress of the novices,

Mother St. Ange, the assistant mistress

mother Annunciation, the sacristan

mother Saint Augustine, the nurse. The only one

in the convent who was malicious. Then mother

Saint Milchtield. Mademoiselle Gouvaine,

very young and with a beautiful voice.

Mother Dace, Agnes. Mademoiselle Drouet,

who had been in the convent of the filledieu. And in the

convent du tracourt, between Gisors and

Magny. Mother Saint Joseph.

Mademoiselle de Cagaludo. Mother St.

Adelaide. Mademoiselle d'Auverney. Mother Miss

Ricord. Mademoiselle de Saifuentes,

who could not resist austerities. Mother

compassion. Mademoiselle de militaire,

received at the age of 60. In defiance of the rural and

very wealthy, Mother Providence. Mademoiselle de la

de nieri. Mother presentation.

Mademoiselle de Siguanza, who was prioressed in

1847. And finally, mother St.

Celaine, sister of the sculptor Sirachi,

who went mad. Mother Saint Chantal.

Mademoiselle de Suzanne, who went mad.

There was also among the prettiest of

them. A charming girl of three and 20.

Who was from the Isle de Bourbon, a descendant of the

Chevalier Rose, whose name had been Mademoiselle

Rose. And who was called mother assumption.

Mother Saint Mactilde, entrusted with the singing in the

choir, was fond of making use of the pupils. In this

quarter, she usually took a complete scale of

them. That is to say seven, from ten to

16 years of age, inclusive of assorted

voices and sizes, whom she made sing

standing, drawn up in a line, side by side

according to age, from the smallest to the

largest. This presented to the eye

something in the nature of a reed pipe of young girls.

A sort of living panpipe made of

angels. Those of the lay sisters whom the

scholars loved most were Sister Euphrasi, sister Saint

Marguerite, sister Saint Marthe, who was in her

dotage. And sister St. Michael, whose long nose made

them laugh. All these women were gentle with

the children. The nuns were severe only towards

themselves. No fire was lighted except in

the school, and the food was choice compared to that in the

convent. Moreover, they lavished a thousand

cares on their scholars. Only when a

child passed near a nun and addressed her, the nun never

replied. This rule of silence had had

this effect that throughout the whole convent,

speech had been withdrawn from human creatures and

bestowed on inanimate objects.

Now it was the church bell which spoke.

Now it was the gardener's bell. A very sonorous

bell placed beside the portress of which was audible throughout the

house, indicated by its varied peals, which

formed a sort of acoustic telegraph. All the

actions of material life which were to be performed and summoned

to the parlor in case of need. Such

or such an inhabitant of the house.

Each person and each thing had its own

peel. The prioress had one and

one. The sub prioress, one and two,

six, five announced lessons so that the pupils never

said to go to lessons. But to go to

6544 was Madame de

Genlis signal. It was often heard sela

diable quatre. Its the very

deuce said the uncharitable.

Tenines strokes announced a great event. It was

the opening of the doors, seclusion, a frightful sheet of

iron bristling with bolts, which only turned on its hinges in the

presence of the archbishop. With the exception of

the archbishop and the gardener, no man entered the

convent. As weve already said, the schoolgirls

saw two others. One, the chaplain of the abbe

Baines, old and ugly, whom, they were permitted to

contemplate in the choir through a greeting.

The other, the drawing master, monsieur

Ensault, whom the letter of which we have perused a few

lines called Monsieur Hen so, and

describes as, a frightful old hunchback. It will

be seen that all these men were carefully chosen.

Such was this curious house.

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Again, my name is Brie Carlisle, and I

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of Le Miserable.

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>> Brie Carlisle: Take it chapter by chapter, one.

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so many adventures and

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>> Brie Carlisle: Take it word forward, line by

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