"The Petit-Picpus convent."
"Exactly," returned old Fauchelevent.
"But to come to the point, how the deuce did you manage to get in here, you, Father Madeleine? No matter if you are a saint; you are a man as well, and no man enters here."
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"There is no one but me."
"Still," said Jean Valjean, "I must stay here."
"Ah, good God!" cried Fauchelevent.
Jean Valjean drew near to the old man, and said to him in a grave voice:--
"Father Fauchelevent, I saved your life."
"I was the first to recall it," returned Fauchelevent.
"Well, you can do to-day for me that which I did for you in the olden days."
Fauchelevent took in his aged, trembling, and wrinkled hands Jean Valjean''s two robust hands, and stood for several minutes as though incapable of speaking.
At length he exclaimed:--
"Oh! that would be a blessing from the good God, if I could make you some little return for that!
Save your life!
Monsieur le Maire, dispose of the old man!"
A wonderful joy had transfigured this old man.
His countenance seemed to emit a ray of light.
"What do you wish me to do?" he resumed.
"That I will explain to you.
You have a chamber?"
"I have an isolated hovel yonder, behi