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>> Brie Carlisle: Today we'll be continuing les Miserables

by Victor Hugo.

Chapter three. Men must have

wine, and horses must have

water. Four new

travelers had arrived. Cosette was

meditating, sadly, for although she was

only eight years old, she had already suffered so

much that she reflected with the lugubrious air

of an old woman. Her eye was black

in consequence of a blow from Madame Thenardiers fist,

which caused the latter to remark from time to time

how ugly she is. With her fist blow on her eye.

Cosette was thinking that it was dark,

very dark, that the pitchers and

crafts in the chambers of the travelers who had arrived

must have been filled and that there was no more water in the

cistern. She was somewhat

reassured because no one in the

thenardiers establishment drank much water.

Thirsty people were never lacking there, but their thirst was

of the sort which applies to the jug rather than to the

pitcher. Anyone who had asked for a

glass of water among all those glasses of wine would have appeared a

savage to all these men.

But there came a moment when the child trembled.

Madame Thenardier raised the COVID of a stewpan which was

boiling on the stove, then seized a glass

and briskly approached the cistern. She

turned the faucet. The child had raised her

head and was following all the woman's movements.

A thin stream of water trickled from the faucet and half filled

the glass. Well, said

she, there is no more water.

A momentary silence ensued. The

child did not breathe.

Bah. Resumed Madame Thenardier,

examining the half filled glass.

Thisll be enough.

Cosette applied herself to her work once more.

But for a quarter of an hour she felt her heart leaping in her

bosom like a big snowflake. She

counted the minutes that passed in this manner and

wished it were the next morning. From

time to time, one of the drinkers looked into the

street and exclaimed, its as black as an

oven. Or one must needs a cat

to go about the streets without a lantern at this hour.

And M. Cosette trembled. All

at once one of the peddlers who lodged in the

hostelry entered and said in a harsh voice,

my horse has not been watered. Yes,

it has, said Madame Thenardier.

I tell you that it has not, retorted the

peddler. Cosette had emerged from under the

table. Oh, yes, sir, said

she. the horse has had a drink. He drank out of a

bucket, a whole bucket full. And it was I who took the water to

him, and I spoke to him. It

was not true, Cosette

lied. Theres a brat as big as my fist, who

tells lies as big as the house. Exclaimed the

peddler. I tell you that he has not been watered, you

little jade. He has a way of blowing when he has had no water,

which I know well, Cosette

persisted, and added in a voice rendered hoarse

with anguish and which was hardly audible, and he

drank heartily. Come,

said the peddler in a rage. This wont do at

all. Let my horse be watered, and let that be the end of

it. Cosette crept under the table

again. In truth, that is

fair, said Madame Thenardier. If the

beast has not been watered, it must be

then, glancing about her. Well, now, wheres that

other beast? She bent down

and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the table, almost

under the drinkers feet. Are you coming?

Shrieked Madame Thenardier.

Cosette crawled out of the sort of hole in which she had hidden

herself. The thenardier resumed.

Mademoiselle doglek name. Go and water

that horse, madame, said Cosette

feebly, there is no water.

The thanardier threw the street door wide open.

Well, go get some then.

Cosette dropped her head and went for an empty

bucket which stood near the chimney corner.

This bucket was bigger than she was,

and the child could have sat down and it at her ease.

Thenardier returned to her stove and tasted what was in

the stew pan with a wooden spoon, grumbling the

while theres plenty in the spring. There

never was such a malicious creature as that. I

think I should have done better to strain my onions.

Then she rummaged in a drawer which contained sous

pepper and shallots. See here,

mademoiselle toad, she added. On your way

back you will get a big loaf from the baker. Heres a 15

sous piece. Cosette had a little

pocket on one side of her apron. She took the

coin without saying a word and put it in that pocket.

Then she stood motionless, bucket in

hand, the open door before her.

She seemed to be waiting for someone to come to her rescue.

Get along with you. Screamed the

thenardier. Cosette went

out. The door closed behind her.

Thank you for joining Byte 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 le miserable.