Friday, 1 April 2011
06:29:35 PM (GMT)
"A sad blow had damped the students' rejoicing at their temporary triumph. When the
roll was called, one of them was found to be missing, one of the bravest and best,
Jean Prouvaire. He was not to be found among the wounded or dead. It seemed, then,
that he must have been taken prisoner. Combeferre said to Enjolras:
"They've got our friend and we've got their agent. Are you really so set on the death
of this spy?"
"Yes," said Enjolras, "but less than on the life of Jean Prouvaire."
They were talking in the downstairs room near Javert's pillar.
"Well then," said Combeferre, ""I'll tie a handkerchief to my stick and go and
bargain with them - their man in exchange for ours."
"Wait," said Enjolras, laying a hand on his, "listen!"
An ominous rattle of muskets had come from the other end of the street. A brave voice
"Long live France! Long live the future!"
It was the voice of Jean Prouvaire.
"They've shot him!" cried Combeferre.
Enjolras turned to Javert and said:
"Your friends have killed you as well." "
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (Norman Denny
This is the page my mother decided to leave open for me to read this morning.
This is the scene in the Brick that makes me break down in tears.