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Fauchelevent became like stone, pale, haggard, overwhelmed by all these excesses of emotion, not knowing whether he had to do with a living man or a dead one, and staring at Jean Valjean, who was gazing at him. "I fell asleep," said Jean Valjean. And he raised himself to a sitting posture. Fauchelevent fell on his knees. "Just, good Virgin! How you frightened me!"
"I have permission to bring you in; but before bringing you in you must be got out. That's where the difficulty lies. It is easy enough with the child." "You will carry her out?" "And she will hold her tongue?" "I answer for that." "But you, Father Madeleine?" And, after a silence, fraught with anxiety, Fauchelevent exclaimed: "Why, get out as you came in!"
It is hideous to approach those who are healthy, and to touch them in the dark with one's ulcer. In spite of the fact that Fauchelevent lent me his name, I have no right to use it; he could give it to me, but I could not take it. A name is an I. You see, sir, that I have thought somewhat, I have read a little, although I am a peasant; and you see that I express myself properly.
Each one of us would have had his share of happiness. If I continued to be Monsieur Fauchelevent, that would arrange everything. Yes, with the exception of my soul. There was joy everywhere upon my surface, but the bottom of my soul remained black. It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.
"She slept in her coffin for twenty years, by express permission of our Holy Father, Pius VII. " "The one who crowned the Emp Buonaparte." For a clever man like Fauchelevent, this allusion was an awkward one. Fortunately, the prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did not hear it. She continued: "Father Fauvent?" "Reverend Mother?"
His determination once taken, he awaited an opportunity. It was not long in presenting itself. Old Fauchelevent died.
That it was so much the worse for the government. That he, Fauchelevent, 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 M. Madeleine, and that his niece was Cosette.
"Goodness! if you were here for good, it would be a real burial." A fourth peal burst out. Fauchelevent hastily detached the belled knee-cap from its nail and buckled it on his knee again. "This time it is for me. The Mother Prioress wants me. Good, now I am pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't stir from here, and wait for me. Something new has come up.
Fauchelevent exclaimed: "Pardine! There are little girls indeed! And they would bawl around you! And they would rush off! To be a man here is to have the plague. You see how they fasten a bell to my paw as though I were a wild beast." Jean Valjean fell into more and more profound thought. "This convent would be our salvation," he murmured. Then he raised his voice:
The response which bore upon the name of the street and not upon the street itself, appeared to Marius to be more conclusive than it really was. "Decidedly," thought he, "I have been dreaming. I have been subject to a hallucination. It was some one who resembled him. M. Fauchelevent was not there." Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind other pre-occupations.
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