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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today we'll be

continuing les miserables by

Victor Hugo, chapter

four, in which Jean Valjean has

quite the air of.

>> Brie Carlisle: Having read Austin Castillo.

>> Brie Carlisle: The strides of a lame man are like the ogling glances

of a one eyed man. They do not reach their goal very

promptly.

>> Brie Carlisle: Moreover, Fochle vers was in a dilemma.

>> Brie Carlisle: He took nearly a quarter of an hour to return to his cottage in the

garden. Cosette, had waked up. Jean

Valjean had placed her near the fire. At the moment

when Fauchelevert entered, Jean Valjean was pointing out to her

the venturous basket on the wall and saying.

>> Brie Carlisle: To her, listen attentively to me, my little

Cosette. We must go away from this house. But we

shall return to it, and we shall be very happy here.

The good man who lives here is going to carry you off on his back. In

that you will wait for me at a ladys house. I, shall

come to fetch you. Obey and say nothing

above all things, unless you want Madame thenardier to get you

again. Cosette nodded

gravely. Jean Valjean turned round at the

noise.

>> Brie Carlisle: Made by Fauchelevert opening the door.

>> Brie Carlisle: Well, everything is arranged and nothing

is, said Fauchelevert. I have

permission to bring you in, but before bringing

you in, you must be got out. Thats where the

difficulty lies. It is easy enough with the

child. You will carry her out and

she will hold her tongue.

>> Brie Carlisle: I answer for that.

>> Brie Carlisle: But you, Father Madeleine.

>> Brie Carlisle: And after a silence fraught with anxiety.

>> Brie Carlisle: Fauchelevert exclaimed, why

get out? As you came in, Jean

Valjean, as.

>> Brie Carlisle: In the first instance, contented himself with saying

impossible. Fauchelevert grumbled more to

himself than to Jean Valjean.

>> Brie Carlisle: There is another thing which bothers me. I have said

that I would put earth in it. When I come to think it over.

The earth instead of the corpse will not seem like the real

thing. It wont do. It will get

displaced, it will move about. The men will bear it.

You understand, Father Madeleine. The government will notice

it.

>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean stared him straight in the.

>> Brie Carlisle: Eye and thought that he was raving.

>> Brie Carlisle: Fauchele went on, how the d

oos are you going to get out? It must all be done

by tomorrow morning. It is tomorrow that im to bring you

in. The pirus expects you.

>> Brie Carlisle: Then he explained to Jean Valjean that this was his recompense

for a service which he, Fauchelever, was to render to the

community that it fell among his duties to take part

in their burials that he nailed up the coffins and helped the

gravedigger at the cemetery that the nun who had died

that morning had requested to be buried in the coffin which had

served her for a bed and interred in the vault under the

altar of the chapel that the police regulators

forbade this, but that she was one of those dead to whom

nothing has refused that the prioress and the vocal

mothers intended to fulfill the wish of the deceased that it

was so much the worse for the government that he,

Fauchelevert, was to nail up the coffin in the cell,

raise the stone in the chapel, and lower the corpse into the

vault and that by way of thanks, the prioress

was to admit his brother to the house as a gardener and his niece as

a pupil. That his brother was Monsieur Madeleine and that

his niece was Cosette. The prioress had told him to

bring his brother on the following evening, after the counterfeit

interment in the cemetery, but that he could

not bring Monster Madeleine in from the outside. If

Monster Madeleine was not outside,

that.

>> Brie Carlisle: Was the first problem.

>> Brie Carlisle: And then that there was another. The empty

coffin.

>> Brie Carlisle: What is that empty coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: Asked Jean Valjean.

>> Brie Carlisle: Fauchelevert replied, the coffin of the

administration.

>> Brie Carlisle: What coffin? What administration?

>> Brie Carlisle: A, nun dies. The municipal doctor comes and

says a, nun has died. The government sends a

coffin. The next day it sends a hearse and

undertakers men to get the coffin and carry it to the

cemetery. The undertakers men will come and lift

the coffin. Therell be nothing in it.

>> Brie Carlisle: Put something in it.

>> Brie Carlisle: A corpse. I have none.

>> Brie Carlisle: No?

>> Brie Carlisle: What then?

>> Brie Carlisle: A living person.

>> Brie Carlisle: What person?

>> Brie Carlisle: Me, said Jean Valjean.

Fauchelevent, who was seated, sprang up as though a bomb

had burst under his chair.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ew.

>> Brie Carlisle: Why not? Jean Valjean gave way

to one of.

>> Brie Carlisle: Those rare smiles which lighted up his face like a flash

from heaven in the winter.

>> Brie Carlisle: You know, Fauchelevert, what you have said.

Mother crucifixion is dead. And I add, and Father

Madeleine is buried.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ah, Good, you can laugh. Youre not speaking

seriously?

>> Brie Carlisle: Very seriously. I must get out of this place.

>> Brie Carlisle: Certainly.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ive told you to find a basket and a cover for me

also.

>> Brie Carlisle: Well, the basket will be of pine.

>> Brie Carlisle: And the COVID a black cloth.

>> Brie Carlisle: In the first place, it will be a white cloth.

Nuns are buried in white.

>> Brie Carlisle: Let it be a white cloth, then.

>> Brie Carlisle: You are not like otherman, father madeline.

>> Brie Carlisle: To behold such devices, which are nothing

else than the savage and daring inventions of the

galleys, spring forth from the peaceable things which

surround them and mingle with what he called the petty

course of life in the convent, caused Fauchelevert

as much amazement as a gull fishing in the gutter of the rue Saint

Denis would inspire in a passerby.

>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean went on, the problem is

to get out of here without being seen. This offers

the means.

But give me some information. In the first place, how

is it managed? Where is this coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: The empty one? Yes,

downstairs in what is called the dead room.

It stands on two trestles under the pall.

>> Brie Carlisle: How long is the coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: 6Ft.

>> Brie Carlisle: What is this dead room?

>> Brie Carlisle: It is a chamber on the ground floor, which has a grated

window opening on the garden, which is closed on the

outside by a shutter and two doors. One

leads into the convent, the other into the church.

>> Brie Carlisle: What church?

>> Brie Carlisle: The church in the street. The church which anyone

can enter.

>> Brie Carlisle: Have you the keys to those two doors?

>> Brie Carlisle: No. I have the key to the door which communicates with the

convent. The porter has the key to the door which

communicates with the church.

>> Brie Carlisle: When does the porter open that door?

>> Brie Carlisle: Only to allow the undertakers men to enter when they come to get

the coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the

door is closed again.

>> Brie Carlisle: Who nails up the coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: I do.

>> Brie Carlisle: Who spreads the pall over it?

>> Brie Carlisle: I do.

>> Brie Carlisle: Are you alone?

>> Brie Carlisle: Not another man, except the police doctor, can enter the dead

room. It is even written on the wall.

>> Brie Carlisle: Could you hide me in that room tonight when everyone is

asleep?

>> Brie Carlisle: No, but I could hide you in a small, dark nook which

opens on the dead room where I keep my tools to use

for burials and of which I have the key.

>> Brie Carlisle: At what time will the hearse come.

>> Brie Carlisle: For the coffin tomorrow, about 03:00 in the

afternoon. The burial will take place at the vaudgerard

cemetery a little before nightfall. It is not

very near.

>> Brie Carlisle: I will remain concealed in your tool closet all night

and all morning. And how about food? I, shall be

hungry.

>> Brie Carlisle: I will bring you something.

>> Brie Carlisle: You can come and nail me up in the coffin.

>> Brie Carlisle: At 02:00 pashlovre recoiled

and cracked his finger joints.

>> Brie Carlisle: But that is impossible.

>> Brie Carlisle: Bah. Impossible to take a hammer and drive some nails

in a plank.

>> Brie Carlisle: What seemed unprecedented to Fauchelevert was,

we repeat, a simple matter to Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean had been in worse straits than this.

Any man who has been a prisoner understands how to contract

himself to fit the diameter of the escape. The prisoner

is subject to flight as the sick man is subject to a

crisis which saves or kills him. An

escape is a cure. What does not

a man undergo for the sake of a cure?

>> Brie Carlisle: To have himself nailed up in a.

>> Brie Carlisle: Case and carried off like a bale of goods? To live

for a long time in a box, to find air where there is

none, to economize his breath for hours, to

know how to stifle without dying. This was one of

Jean Valjeans gloomy talents. Moreover,

a coffin containing a living being that

convicts expedient is also an imperial

expedient. If we are to credit the monk Austin

Castello, this was the means employed by Charles

V. Desirous of seeing the plumes for the last

time after his abdication. He had her brought

into and carried out of the monastery of St. Just.

>> Brie Carlisle: In this manner.

>> Brie Carlisle: Fauchelevert, who had recovered himself a little.

>> Brie Carlisle: Exclaimed, but m, how will you manage to

breathe? I will breathe in that

box. The mere thought of it suffocates

me.

>> Brie Carlisle: You surely must have a gimletan. Youll make a few

holes here and.

>> Brie Carlisle: There around my mouth, and you will.

>> Brie Carlisle: Nail the top plank on loosely.

>> Brie Carlisle: Good. And what if you should happen to cough or

to sneeze?

>> Brie Carlisle: A man who is making his escape does not cough or

sneeze. And Jean Valjean added,

Father Fauchelevert, we must come to a decision.

I must either be caught here or accept this escape through the

hearse.

>> Brie Carlisle: Everyone has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing

and lounging between the two leaves of a half shut door.

Who is there? Who has not said to a cat, do come in.

There are men who, when an incident stands half open before

them, have the same tendency to halt an indecision

between two resolutions, at the risk of getting

crushed through the abrupt closing of the adventure by fate.

The over prudent cats as they are,

and because they are cats,

sometimes incur more danger than the audacious

Fauchelevert was of this hesitating nature.

But Jean Valjeans coolness prevailed over him. In spite of

himself, he grumbled well.

>> Brie Carlisle: Since there is no other means.

>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean resumed, the only thing which

troubles me is what will take place at the cemetery.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is the very point that is not troublesome,

exclaimed Fauchelevert. If you are sure of coming out of

the coffin, all right. I am sure of getting you out of the

grave. A gravedigger is a drunkard and a

friend of mine. He is father Mestine, an

old fellow of the old school. The gravedigger

puts the corpses in the grave, and I put the gravedigger in my

pocket. I will tell you what will take place.

They will arrive a little before dusk, three quarters of an

hour before the gates of the cemetery are closed. The

hearse will drive directly up to the grave. I shall

follow. That is my business. I shall

have a hammer, a chisel, and some pincers in my

pocket. The hearse halts. The undertakers men

gnaw a rope around your coffin and lower you down. The

priest says the prayers, makes a sign of the cross,

sprinkles the holy water, and takes his departure.

I am left alone with Father mestien.

He is my friend, I tell you one of two things will

happen. He will either be sober or he will not be

sober. If he is not drunk, I shall say to him,

come and drink about. While the ban kuing, the good

quince, is open, I carry him off, I

get him drunk. It does not take long to make Father Messiaen

drunk. He always has the beginning of it about him.

I lay him under the table, I take his card so that I can get

into the cemetery again, and I return without

him. Then you have no longer anyone but me to deal

with. If he is drunk, I shall say to him, be

off. I will do your work for you. Off he goes

and I drag you out of the hole.

>> Brie Carlisle: Jean Valjean held out his hand and Fauchelevert

precipitated himself upon it with the touching effusion of a

peasant.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is settled, father fochle vert.

>> Brie Carlisle: All will go well provided nothing goes

wrong, thought Fauchelevert. In that case,

it would be terrible.

>> Brie Carlisle: Thank you for joining bite at a.

>> Brie Carlisle: Time books today while we read a.

>> Brie Carlisle: Bite of one of your favorite classics.

Again, my name is Brie Carlisle

and I hope you come back tomorrow for the next

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