Les Miserables Page #2

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we embellish daily life a bit.

And we drink wine.

- Can I serve the soup, Your Grace?

- Of course.

This gentleman

said he was hungry.

Give me a chair.

I am not tall enough

to reach the shelf.

You are surprised to see this

wealth in the house of a man

who should be the poorest

in the land?

This silverware comes from my

grandmother. I am attached to it.

Ah, it's a weakness, I know it.

In the name of the Father and the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Could you give me

the ladle, please?

Give me your plate, sir. You are

probably eager to go to bed.

Mrs. Magloire... you will put

white sheets on the alcove bed.

The next day, as always,

Monseigneur Myriel

began his day

by visiting his garden.

He was leaving Mrs. Magloire

responsible for the vegetables

and taking care

of the owers himself.

He used to say that beauty

is as important as utility,

maybe more so.

Monseigneur! Monseigneur!

The silverware basket!

I had put it away last night,

but it disappeared!

Do you know where it is?

Yes, here it is.

But it's empty!

And the silverware, the big ladle--

where are they?

This I don't know.

It is the man from last night,

the convict!

He is not in his room anymore.

I was bringing him a glass of milk.

His bed is empty.

Good thing I took the candlesticks

up to my bedroom.

Go ahead, move, go on!

Monseigneur! Look what

this man had in his bag.

We called him out to check his

passport and to search him.

This is what he had.

As we knew that last night

you had him for dinner,

well, we arrested him.

What did you answer

back to them?

Nothing.

Why didn't you tell these gentlemen

that I gave them to you?

You even forgot your candlesticks.

I had given them to you with the

silverware, why did you leave them?

Mrs. Magloire, go look for

this gentleman's silverware.

Go ahead!

Go ahead!

- You had given them to him?

- Of course.

- So, we can let him go?

- Yes. And give him back his goods.

I'll obey if you say so,

Monseigneur.

Why Monseigneur?

He is not the priest?

No, it's Monseigneur

the bishop. Here.

Thank you, Mrs. Magloire.

Can I offer you a glass

of wine, Sergeant?

I would hate to refuse,

Monseigneur.

Mrs. Magloire,

show them the way.

- Follow me, sirs.

- I will be right there.

Thank you.

Wait!

You forget

your candlesticks again.

Come on, take them.

Jean Valjean, my brother, I don't

believe in the power of money.

But this could help you

to become another man.

You don't belong to the bad

anymore, but to the good.

It is your soul I am buying.

Jean Valjean left town

as if he were running away.

He walked straight ahead all day

and then he collapsed,

exhausted, on a log.

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