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PART FOUR: Books XIII, XIV and XV

Posted by digdigil on 2006.11.30 at 12:29

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duva
duva at 2006-12-08 10:27 (UTC) (Link)
The part from this section that ALWAYS makes me blub like a baby is "The End of Jean Prouvaire's Verses".


They called the roll. One of the insurgents was missing. And who? One of the dearest. One of the most valiant, Jean Prouvaire. They looked for him among the wounded, he was not there. They looked for him among the dead, he was not there. He was evidently a prisoner.

Combeferre said to Enjolras, "They have our friend; we have their officer. Have you set your heart on the death of this spy?"

"Yes," said Enjolras, "but less than on the life of Jean Prouvaire."

This took place in the basement near Javert's post.

"Well," replied Combeferre, "I'm going to tie my handkerchief to my cane, and go with a flag of trice to offer to give them their man for ours."

"Listen," said Enjolras, laying his hand on Combeferre's arm.

There was a significant clicking of weapons at the end of the street.

They heard a manly voice cry out, "Vive la France! Long live the future!"

They recognized Prouvaire's voice.

There was a flash and an explosion.

Silence reigned again.

"They've killed him," exclaimed Combeferre.

Enjolras looked at Javert and said to him, "Your friends have just shot you."


Actually, I'm torn between weeping my eyes out and fangirling Enjolras excessively. Ahem.
digdigil
digdigil at 2006-12-13 02:49 (UTC) (Link)
*sigh* You have quoted quite an incredible section. The whole atmosphere of the tavern and the barricade just seems to drip with pathos. Those poor beautiful boys.

And Enjolras...I am with you in fangirling Enjolras and I didn't think it could happen to me again!
duva
duva at 2006-12-13 09:16 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, when it comes to him, no one is safe. ;-)
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