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Chapter Iii—gavroche Would Have Done Better To Accept Enjolras’ Carbine
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They threw a long black shawl of Widow Hucheloup’s over Father Mabeuf. Six men made a litter of their guns; on this they laid the body, and bore it, with bared heads, with solemn slowness, to the large table in the tap-room.
These men, wholly absorbed in the grave and sacred task in which they were engaged, thought no more of the perilous situation in which they stood.
When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras said to the spy:—
“It will be your turn presently!”
During all this time, Little Gavroche, who alone had not quitted his post,
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