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>> Brie Carlisle: Today we'll be continuing les Miserables
Speaker:by Victor Hugo.
Speaker:Chapter three. Men must have
Speaker:wine, and horses must have
Speaker:water. Four new
Speaker:travelers had arrived. Cosette was
Speaker:meditating, sadly, for although she was
Speaker:only eight years old, she had already suffered so
Speaker:much that she reflected with the lugubrious air
Speaker:of an old woman. Her eye was black
Speaker:in consequence of a blow from Madame Thenardiers fist,
Speaker:which caused the latter to remark from time to time
Speaker:how ugly she is. With her fist blow on her eye.
Speaker:Cosette was thinking that it was dark,
Speaker:very dark, that the pitchers and
Speaker:crafts in the chambers of the travelers who had arrived
Speaker:must have been filled and that there was no more water in the
Speaker:cistern. She was somewhat
Speaker:reassured because no one in the
Speaker:thenardiers establishment drank much water.
Speaker:Thirsty people were never lacking there, but their thirst was
Speaker:of the sort which applies to the jug rather than to the
Speaker:pitcher. Anyone who had asked for a
Speaker:glass of water among all those glasses of wine would have appeared a
Speaker:savage to all these men.
Speaker:But there came a moment when the child trembled.
Speaker:Madame Thenardier raised the COVID of a stewpan which was
Speaker:boiling on the stove, then seized a glass
Speaker:and briskly approached the cistern. She
Speaker:turned the faucet. The child had raised her
Speaker:head and was following all the woman's movements.
Speaker:A thin stream of water trickled from the faucet and half filled
Speaker:the glass. Well, said
Speaker:she, there is no more water.
Speaker:A momentary silence ensued. The
Speaker:child did not breathe.
Speaker:Bah. Resumed Madame Thenardier,
Speaker:examining the half filled glass.
Speaker:Thisll be enough.
Speaker:Cosette applied herself to her work once more.
Speaker:But for a quarter of an hour she felt her heart leaping in her
Speaker:bosom like a big snowflake. She
Speaker:counted the minutes that passed in this manner and
Speaker:wished it were the next morning. From
Speaker:time to time, one of the drinkers looked into the
Speaker:street and exclaimed, its as black as an
Speaker:oven. Or one must needs a cat
Speaker:to go about the streets without a lantern at this hour.
Speaker:And M. Cosette trembled. All
Speaker:at once one of the peddlers who lodged in the
Speaker:hostelry entered and said in a harsh voice,
Speaker:my horse has not been watered. Yes,
Speaker:it has, said Madame Thenardier.
Speaker:I tell you that it has not, retorted the
Speaker:peddler. Cosette had emerged from under the
Speaker:table. Oh, yes, sir, said
Speaker:she. the horse has had a drink. He drank out of a
Speaker:bucket, a whole bucket full. And it was I who took the water to
Speaker:him, and I spoke to him. It
Speaker:was not true, Cosette
Speaker:lied. Theres a brat as big as my fist, who
Speaker:tells lies as big as the house. Exclaimed the
Speaker:peddler. I tell you that he has not been watered, you
Speaker:little jade. He has a way of blowing when he has had no water,
Speaker:which I know well, Cosette
Speaker:persisted, and added in a voice rendered hoarse
Speaker:with anguish and which was hardly audible, and he
Speaker:drank heartily. Come,
Speaker:said the peddler in a rage. This wont do at
Speaker:all. Let my horse be watered, and let that be the end of
Speaker:it. Cosette crept under the table
Speaker:again. In truth, that is
Speaker:fair, said Madame Thenardier. If the
Speaker:beast has not been watered, it must be
Speaker:then, glancing about her. Well, now, wheres that
Speaker:other beast? She bent down
Speaker:and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the table, almost
Speaker:under the drinkers feet. Are you coming?
Speaker:Shrieked Madame Thenardier.
Speaker:Cosette crawled out of the sort of hole in which she had hidden
Speaker:herself. The thenardier resumed.
Speaker:Mademoiselle doglek name. Go and water
Speaker:that horse, madame, said Cosette
Speaker:feebly, there is no water.
Speaker:The thanardier threw the street door wide open.
Speaker:Well, go get some then.
Speaker:Cosette dropped her head and went for an empty
Speaker:bucket which stood near the chimney corner.
Speaker:This bucket was bigger than she was,
Speaker:and the child could have sat down and it at her ease.
Speaker:Thenardier returned to her stove and tasted what was in
Speaker:the stew pan with a wooden spoon, grumbling the
Speaker:while theres plenty in the spring. There
Speaker:never was such a malicious creature as that. I
Speaker:think I should have done better to strain my onions.
Speaker:Then she rummaged in a drawer which contained sous
Speaker:pepper and shallots. See here,
Speaker:mademoiselle toad, she added. On your way
Speaker:back you will get a big loaf from the baker. Heres a 15
Speaker:sous piece. Cosette had a little
Speaker:pocket on one side of her apron. She took the
Speaker:coin without saying a word and put it in that pocket.
Speaker:Then she stood motionless, bucket in
Speaker:hand, the open door before her.
Speaker:She seemed to be waiting for someone to come to her rescue.
Speaker:Get along with you. Screamed the
Speaker:thenardier. Cosette went
Speaker:out. The door closed behind her.
Speaker:Thank you for joining Byte at a time books today, while we
Speaker:read a bite of one of your favorite classics
Speaker:again, my name is Brie Carlisle,
Speaker:and I hope you come back tomorrow, for the next
Speaker:bite of le miserable.