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He cast a glance over to Grantaire’s table. Poor fellow, already falling-down drunk. It never did take him very long. For all his flippancy, Courfeyrac really did regret what had happened to Grantaire, and often wondered whether there were not some way to reverse it.
There was not, naturally.
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As Combeferre brushed into Bahorel and Feuilly on his way back into the café and nearly jostled the parcel from Feuilly’s arms, he smiled gently and apologetically at them; Bahorel smiled back, although it was really more of a grimace, and laughed and Feuilly swore and ignored him entirely. Combeferre did not sigh, although the [...]
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He had often hated being the one whom everyone dismissed, but he had learnt long ago he couldn’t beat it out of people. He used to try. When they laughed at him and wanted to know what great historical building he had desecrated this week, he used to strike them or speak sharply to them, [...]
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Eagle had looked at him. He bent his head, glanced at the other side of the room, glanced at his glass, at the window, and back again. Now Eagle was speaking with that horrid little Joly fellow, the scrawny fellow in the greatcoat, the one who was so impossibly thin and small and wretched. Joly. [...]
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He watched Joly put his head on one side and then begin his work, and felt an unexpected, if unsurprising, warm feeling of love.
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Well.
Curious.
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Enjolras had always been a chemist’s assistant.
He had wanted to, expected to, known he would have a job from the beginning, from the day he came to Paris. His uncle was an apothecary who did experiments in the rooms upstairs and irritated the family, and felt obligated to enlighten and instruct his young nephew on [...]
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Feuilly went through into the back room, closing the door silently behind him and then wiping the knob off with his worn handkerchief. Enjolras and Combeferre were still standing together, discussing something, but Feuilly noticed at once that they were discussing it very loudly and heatedly. Enjolras looked furious, and Combeferre very determined. Neither of [...]
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A week or so later, Jean Prouvaire sat by himself in the café Musain. He had chosen not to go into the back room, where Enjolras was speaking very privately with Combeferre, and as it was rather early, he had the place to himself. He sat against the table, with one hand against his face [...]
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Courfeyrac rose, rather unsteadily, and smiled benevolently at the other Amis, who were crowded about him in a friendly crush, sitting on chairs, on the table or the floor, ready to hear whatever story he was about to relate. Only Enjolras was sitting apart, writing, but if any of them had looked over, they would [...]