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Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be
Speaker:continuing les miserable by
Speaker:Victor Hugo book
Speaker:eight cemeteries take that which has
Speaker:committed them. Chapter
Speaker:one which treats of the manner of entering a
Speaker:convent. It was
Speaker:into this house that Jean Valjean had,
Speaker:as Fauchelevert expressed it, fallen from the
Speaker:sky. He had scaled the wall of the garden which
Speaker:formed the angle of the rue Polonceau.
Speaker:That hymn of the angels which he had heard in the middle of the
Speaker:night, was the nuns chanting matins.
Speaker:That hole of which he had caught a glimpse in the gloom
Speaker:was the chapel. That phantom which
Speaker:he had seen stretched on the ground, was the sister who was making
Speaker:reparation. That bell,
Speaker:the sound of which had so strangely surprised him,
Speaker:was the gardeners bell attached to the knee of father
Speaker:Fauchelever Cosette once
Speaker:put to bed. Jean Valjean and Fauchelevert
Speaker:had, as we have already seen,
Speaker:sopped on a glass of wine and a bit of cheese before a good
Speaker:crackling fire. Then the only
Speaker:bed in the hut being occupied by Cosette each threw himself
Speaker:on a truss of straw. Before he shut
Speaker:his eyes, Jean Valjean said, I must
Speaker:remain here henceforth. This
Speaker:remark chatted through Faucheleverts head all night long.
Speaker:To tell the truth, neither of them
Speaker:slept. Jean Valjean, feeling that he was
Speaker:discovered and that Javert was on his scent, understood
Speaker:that he and Cosette were lost if they returned to Paris,
Speaker:then the new storm which had just burst upon him had stranded
Speaker:him in this cloister. Jean Valjean
Speaker:had henceforth but one thought to remain
Speaker:there. Now, for an unfortunate man
Speaker:in his position, this convent was both the safest and
Speaker:the most dangerous of places. The most dangerous
Speaker:because a, snowman might enter there. If he were
Speaker:discovered, it was a flagrant offense,
Speaker:and Jean Valjean would find but one step
Speaker:intervening between the convent and prisonthe
Speaker:safest. Because if he could manage to get himself accepted there
Speaker:and remain there, who would ever seek him in such a
Speaker:place? To dwell in an impossible
Speaker:place was safety on his
Speaker:side. Fauchelevent was cudgelling his brainstor.
Speaker:He began by declaring to himself that he understood nothing of the
Speaker:matter. How had Monsieur Madeleine got
Speaker:there when the walls were what they were?
Speaker:Cloister walls are not to be stepped over. How
Speaker:did he get there? With a child. One cannot scale
Speaker:a perpendicular wall with a child in one's arms.
Speaker:Who was that child? Where did they both
Speaker:come from? Since Fauchelevert had lived in the
Speaker:convent, he had heard nothing of M. Sur m m. And he knew nothing
Speaker:of what had taken place there. Father
Speaker:Madeleine had an air which discouraged
Speaker:questions. And besides, Fauchelevert said to
Speaker:himself, one does not question a saint.
Speaker:Monsieur Madeleine had preserved all his prestige in
Speaker:Faucheleverts eyes only
Speaker:from some words which Jean Valjean had let
Speaker:fall. The gardener thought he could draw the inference that
Speaker:Monsieur Madeleine had probably become bankrupt
Speaker:through the hard times and that he was pursued by
Speaker:his creditors, or that he had
Speaker:compromised himself in some political affair and was in
Speaker:hiding, which last did not displease
Speaker:Fauchelevent, who, like many of our peasants of the north, had an old
Speaker:fund of bonapartism about him. While
Speaker:in hiding, Monsieur Madeleine had selected the convent as a
Speaker:refuge, and it was quite simple that he should wish
Speaker:to remain there. But the inexplicable
Speaker:point to which Fauchelevent returned constantly and over
Speaker:which he wearied his brain, was that Monsieur
Speaker:Madeleine should be there and that he should have that little girl with
Speaker:him. Fauchelever saw them,
Speaker:touched them, spoke to them, and still did not
Speaker:believe it possible the incomprehensible had just
Speaker:made its entrance into Faucheleras hut.
Speaker:Voschelevert groped about amid conjectures and could see
Speaker:nothing clearly. But this, Monsieur
Speaker:Madeleine, saved my life. This
Speaker:certainly alone was sufficient and decided his
Speaker:course. He said to himself, it is my
Speaker:turn now, he added. In his conscience,
Speaker:Monsieur Madeleine did not stop to deliberate. When it was a question of
Speaker:thrusting himself under the card for the purpose of dragging me
Speaker:out. He made up his mind to save Monsieur
Speaker:Madeleine. Nevertheless, he put many
Speaker:questions to himself and made himself divers replies.
Speaker:After what he did for me, would I save him if he were a
Speaker:thief just the same? If he were an assassin would
Speaker:I save him just the same? Since
Speaker:he is a saint, shall I save him just the
Speaker:same? But what a problem it was
Speaker:to manage to have him remain in the convent.
Speaker:Fauchelevert did not recoil in the face of this almost chimerical
Speaker:undertaking. This poor peasant of Picardy, without
Speaker:any other ladder than his self devotion, his good
Speaker:will, and a little of that old rustic cunning,
Speaker:on this occasion, enlisted in the service of a generous
Speaker:enterprise, undertook to scale the difficulties
Speaker:of the cloister and the steep escarpments of the rule of Saint
Speaker:Benoit. Father Fauchelevert was an
Speaker:old man who had been an egoist all his
Speaker:life, and who, towards the end of his days,
Speaker:Holt, infirm, with no interest left to
Speaker:him in the world, found it sweet to be grateful
Speaker:and perceiving a generous action to be performed,
Speaker:flung himself upon it like a man who, at the moment when he
Speaker:is dying, should find close to his hand a
Speaker:glass of good wine which he had never tasted and
Speaker:should swallow it with avidity. We may
Speaker:add that the air which he had breathed for many years in this
Speaker:convent had destroyed all personality in him.
Speaker:And it ended by rendering a good action of some kind
Speaker:absolutely necessary to him. So
Speaker:he took his resolve to devote himself to Monsieur
Speaker:Madeleine. Weve just called him a poor
Speaker:peasant of Picardy. That description is
Speaker:just but incomplete at the point of this
Speaker:story, which we have now reached a little of, Father Faucheleverts
Speaker:physiology becomes useful.
Speaker:He was a peasant, but he had been a notary,
Speaker:which added trickery to his cunning and
Speaker:penetration to his ingeniousness. Having,
Speaker:through various causes, failed in his business, he
Speaker:had descended to the calling of a carter and a laborer.
Speaker:But in spite of oaths and lashings which horses
Speaker:seemed to require, something of the notary
Speaker:had lingered in him. He had some natural
Speaker:wit. He talked good grammar. He
Speaker:conversed which is a rare thing in a village. And the other
Speaker:peasants said of him, he talks almost like a gentleman with a
Speaker:hat. Posh livert belonged, in
Speaker:fact, to that species which the impertinent and flippant
Speaker:vocabulary of the last century qualified as demi
Speaker:bourgois, demi lout, and which the metaphor
Speaker:showered by the chateau upon the thatched cottage,
Speaker:ticketed in the pigeon hole of the plebeian,
Speaker:rather rustic, rather citified,
Speaker:pepper and salt. Fauchelever,
Speaker:though sorely tried and partially used by fate,
Speaker:worn out, a sort of poor,
Speaker:threadbare old soul, was nevertheless an
Speaker:impulsive man and extremely spontaneous in his
Speaker:actions, a precious quality which
Speaker:prevents one from ever being wicked.
Speaker:His defects and his vices, for he had some,
Speaker:were all superficial. In short,
Speaker:his physiognomy was of the kind which succeeds with an
Speaker:observer. His aged face had none
Speaker:of those disagreeable wrinkles at the top of the forehead which
Speaker:signify malice or stupidity.
Speaker:At daybreak, Father Fauchelevert opened his eyes.
Speaker:After having done an enormous deal of thinking and
Speaker:beheld Monsieur Madeleine seated on his truss of straw and
Speaker:watching Cosette slumbers, Fauchelevert
Speaker:sat up and said, now.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: That you are here, how are you going to contrive to
Speaker:entertain?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: This remark summed up the situation and aroused Jean Valjean
Speaker:from his reverie. The two men took counsel
Speaker:together.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: In the first place, said Fauchelevert,
Speaker:youll begin by not setting foot outside of this
Speaker:chamber, either you or the child.
Speaker:One step in the garden and we are done for.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: That is true, Monsieur
Speaker:Madeleine, resumed Fauchelevert.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Youve arrived at a very auspicious moment, I
Speaker:mean to say a very inauspicious moment.
Speaker:One of the ladies is very ill. This will prevent
Speaker:them from looking much in our direction. It
Speaker:seems that she is dying. The prayers of the 40
Speaker:hours are being said. The whole community is in
Speaker:confusion. That occupies them. The one
Speaker:whos on the point of departure is a saint. In fact,
Speaker:we are all saints here. All. The difference between them
Speaker:and me is that they say our cell and that I stay my
Speaker:cabin. The prayers for the dying are to be said,
Speaker:and then the prayers for the dead. We shall be at peace
Speaker:here for today, but I will not answer for tomorrow.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Still, observed Jean Valjean,
Speaker:this cottage is the niche of the wall. It is
Speaker:hidden by a sort of ruin. There are trees, and
Speaker:it is not visible from the convent.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: And I add that the nuns never come near
Speaker:it.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Well, said Jean Valjean.
Speaker:The interrogation mark which accentuated this. Well
Speaker:signified, it seems to me that 1 may remain concealed
Speaker:here. It was to this interrogation point
Speaker:that Fauchelevert responded, theyre the little
Speaker:girls.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: What little girls?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Asked Jean Valjean. Just as Fauchelevert
Speaker:opened his mouth to explain the words which he had uttered, a bell
Speaker:emitted one strike.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: None is dead, said he. Theres
Speaker:the knell.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: And he made a sign to Jean Valjean to listen.
Speaker:The bell struck a second time.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: It is the knell. Monsieur Madeleine
Speaker:Nibel will continue to strike once a minute for 24
Speaker:hours until the body is taken from the church.
Speaker:You see, they play at recreation
Speaker:hours. It suffices to have a ball roll aside to
Speaker:send them all hither, in spite of prohibitions, to
Speaker:hunt and rummage for it all about here.
Speaker:Those cherubs are devils.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Who? asked Jean Valjean.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: The little girls, you would be very quickly
Speaker:discovered. They would shriek, oh, a man. There
Speaker:is no danger today. There will be no recreation
Speaker:hour. The day will be entirely devoted to
Speaker:prayers. You hear the bell? As I told
Speaker:you, a stroke each minute. It is the death
Speaker:knell.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: I understand, Father Fauchelevert. There are
Speaker:pupils. And Jean Valjean thought
Speaker:to himself, here is cosettes education
Speaker:already provided. Fauchelevert.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Exclaimed pardine. Theyre little girls
Speaker:indeed. And they would ball around you, and they
Speaker:would rush off to be manheares to have the
Speaker:plague. You see how they fasten a belt to my paw as
Speaker:though I were a wild beast?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean fell into more and more profound
Speaker:thought. This convent would be our
Speaker:salvation, he murmured. Then he
Speaker:raised his voice.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Yes.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: The difficulty is to remain here. No,
Speaker:said Fauchelevert.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: The difficulty is to get out.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean felt the blood rush back to his heart.
Speaker:To get out?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Yes, Monsieur Madeleine. In order to return
Speaker:here, it is first necessary to get out.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: And after waiting until another stroke of the knell had sounded,
Speaker:Fauchelevert went on.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: You must not be found here in this fashion.
Speaker:Whence come you for me? You fall
Speaker:from heaven because I know you. But the nuns require
Speaker:one to enter by the door.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from
Speaker:another bell. Ah, said Fauchelevert.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Theyre ringing up the vocal mothers. Theyre going to
Speaker:the chapter. They always hold a chapter when one
Speaker:dies. She died at daybreak. People
Speaker:generally do die at daybreak. But cannot you get out by the way
Speaker:in which you entered? Come.
Speaker:I do not ask for the sake of questioning you, but how did you get
Speaker:in?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean turned pale. The very
Speaker:thought of descending again into that terrible street made him
Speaker:shudder. You make your way out of a forest filled with
Speaker:tigers. And once out of it, imagine a friendly council that
Speaker:shall advise you to return thither. Jean
Speaker:Valjean pictured himself, the whole police force still engaged
Speaker:in swarming in that quarter. Agents on the
Speaker:watch, sentinels everywhere,
Speaker:frightful fists extended towards his collar.
Speaker:Jaanvert at the corner of the intersection of the streets. Perhaps
Speaker:impossible, said he. Father Fauchelevert
Speaker:say that I fell from the sky.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: But I believe it.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: I believe it, retorted Fauchelevert.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: You have no need to tell me that. The good God
Speaker:must have taken you in his hand for the purpose of getting a good look
Speaker:at you close to and then dropped you
Speaker:only he meant to place you in a mans convent.
Speaker:He made a mistake. Come. There goes another
Speaker:pill. That is to order the porter to go and
Speaker:inform the municipality that the dead doctor is to come here
Speaker:and view a corpse. All that is the ceremony of
Speaker:dying. These good ladies are not at all fond of
Speaker:that visit. A doctor is a man who does not believe in
Speaker:anything. He lifts the veil.
Speaker:Sometimes he lifts something else, too. How
Speaker:quickly they have had that doctor summoned this time.
Speaker:What is the matter? Your little one is asleep.
Speaker:What is her name?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Cosette.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: She is your daughter? You are her grandfather, that
Speaker:is?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Yes.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Itll be easy enough for her to get out of here. I
Speaker:have my service door, which opens on the courtyard. I
Speaker:knock, the porter opens. I have my vintage basket
Speaker:on my back. The child is in it. I go out.
Speaker:Father Fauchelevent goes out with his basket. That
Speaker:is perfectly natural. You will tell the child to keep
Speaker:very quiet. Shell be under the COVID I
Speaker:will leave her for whatever time is required with a good old
Speaker:friend, a fruit seller whom I know in the rue
Speaker:Chemernvuhrde, who is deaf and who has a little
Speaker:bed. I will shout in the fruit sellers ear that she is
Speaker:a niece of mine and that she has to keep her from me until
Speaker:tomorrow. The little one will re enter with
Speaker:you, for I will contrive to have you re enter.
Speaker:It must be done. But how will you manage to
Speaker:get out?
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean shook his head. No one must
Speaker:see me. The whole point lies there, father
Speaker:Fauchelevert. Find some means of getting me out in a
Speaker:basket, undercover. Like Cosette,
Speaker:Fauchelevert scratched the lobe of his ear with the middle finger of his
Speaker:left hand, a sign of serious embarrassment.
Speaker:A third peal created a diversion.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: that is the dead doctor taking.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: His departure, said Fauchelevert.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: He has taken a look and said, she is dead. That is
Speaker:well, when the doctors sign the passport for
Speaker:paradise, the undertakers company sends a coffin.
Speaker:If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out. If she
Speaker:is a sister, the sisters lay her out, after
Speaker:which I nail her up. That forms a part of my
Speaker:gardeners duty. a gardener is a bit of a gravedigger.
Speaker:She is placed in a lower hall of the church, which communicates
Speaker:with the street and into which no man may enter
Speaker:save the doctor of the dead. I dont count the
Speaker:undertakers men and myself as men. It is in that
Speaker:hall that I nail up the coffin. The undertakers
Speaker:men come and get it and whip up coachmen. thats the way
Speaker:one goes to heaven. They fetch a box with nothing in
Speaker:it, and they take it away again with something in it. Thats
Speaker:what a burial is like, de profundis.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: A horizontal ray of sunshine lightly touched the face of the
Speaker:sleeping Cosette, who lay with her mouth vaguely open
Speaker:and had the air of an angel drinking in the light.
Speaker:Jean Valjean had fallen to gazing at her.
Speaker:He was no longer listening to Fauchelevert.
Speaker:That one is not listened to as no reason for preserving
Speaker:silence. The good old gardener went on
Speaker:tranquilly with his babble.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery.
Speaker:They declare that they are going to surpass that Vaugirard
Speaker:cemetery. It is an ancient cemetery which is
Speaker:outside the regulations, which has no
Speaker:uniform, and which is going to retire. It is
Speaker:a shame, for it is convenient. I have a friend
Speaker:there, Father Mastienne, the gravedigger.
Speaker:The nuns here possess one privilege. It is to be
Speaker:taken to that cemetery at nightfall. There is a special
Speaker:permission from the prefecture on their behalf. But
Speaker:how many events have happened since yesterday, mother?
Speaker:crucifixion is dead, and Father Madeleine.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Is buried, said Jean Valjean, smiling
Speaker:sadly. Pachelevert caught the
Speaker:word goodness.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: If you were here for good, it would be a real burial.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: A fourth pail burst out.
Speaker:Posh lover hastily detached the bell kneecap from its
Speaker:nail and buckled it on his knee again.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: This time it is for me. The mother prioress
Speaker:wants me. Good. Now I am
Speaker:pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, dont
Speaker:stir from here and wait for me. Something new has
Speaker:come up. If you are hungry, there is wine,
Speaker:bread, and cheese.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: And he hastened out of the hut, crying coming.
Speaker:Jean Valjean watched him hurrying across the garden as fast
Speaker:as his crooked leg would permit, casting a sidelong
Speaker:glance by the way, on his melon patch. Less
Speaker:than ten minutes later, father Fauchelevert whose
Speaker:bell put the nuns and his road to flight tapped gently at a
Speaker:door and a gentle voice replied,
Speaker:forever.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Forever.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: That is to say, enter the door
Speaker:was the one leading to the parlor reserved for seeing the gardener on
Speaker:business. This parlor adjoined the chapel
Speaker:hall. The prioress, seated on the only chair
Speaker:in the parlor, was waiting for Fauchelever.
Speaker:Thank you for joining bite at a time books today, while we wrote a
Speaker:bite of one of your favorite classics.
Speaker:Again, my name is Brie Carlisle and
Speaker:I hope you come back tomorrow for the next bite
Speaker:of Le Miserable.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Ah.
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Speaker:take it chapter by chapter one
Speaker:night at a time
Speaker:so many adventures and
Speaker:mountains we can climb
Speaker:line by line, one bite at a time.