Chapter 230 Luanjolras and his lieutenants

At this time, Enjolras felt that something might happen, so he secretly started to clean up the team. Everyone held a secret meeting in the Café Mussamp. Enjolras is speaking in a flickering but telling language: "It should be clear about the situation, who is reliable. If fighters are needed, they should be mobilized. Be prepared to strike. There is nothing wrong with that. Passers-by, when there are cattle on the road, are better than those on the road. There are more chances of hitting the horns when there are no cattle. So let's count the herd. How many are we here? This job cannot be left for tomorrow. Revolutionaries should hurry up at any time. Progress is not Delay is allowed. We should be on the lookout for surprises. Don't be caught off guard. Check now to see if there is any missing thread in the stitching we have done. This matter should be cleared up today. Go and see, Courfeyrac Those students of the polytechnic school. This is their day off. Today is Wednesday. Feuilly, I say, go and see those people in the ice cellar. Combeferre has agreed to go to Piccubs. There is a wonderful smell there Power, Bahoret is going to visit the scaffold. Prouvaire, the masons have cooled down a bit, and you can go to the meeting place in the Rue Saint-Honoré-Grenelle and find out for us. Joly , you go to the Dupuytran Hospital to learn about the developments of the medical school. Bossuet goes to the court to talk to the trainees. I am in charge of Kugould."

"It's all set up," said Courfeyrac. "No." "What else is there?" "A matter of great importance." "What is it?" asked Combeferre. "The main door," Enjolras replied. Enjolras pondered for a while, then said: "At the Mayne Gate, there's some marble-workers, painters, rough-workers in the engraving workshop. They're a very vigorous bunch of their own, but a little hot and cold. I don't know what's happened to them lately. They Thinking about other things. They are discouraged. Play dominoes when you have time. You should hurry up and talk to them, and have a solid talk. The place where they meet is in Lishifu's shop. From noon to one o'clock, you can Met them there. This dying fire must be cheered up. I thought of leaving it to Marius, who is disturbed, but a good man, and it is a pity that he does not come here anymore. I must have You can't go to the Mayne door by yourself. But I have no one."

"And me?" Grantaire said. "Aren't I here?" "you?" "I." "You, go educate the Republicans! You, use doctrine to agitate the cooled hearts!" "why not?" "Can you do something decent, too?" "I'm just so-so about my ambitions," Grantaire said. "You have no faith at all." "I believe in you." "Grantaire, would you do me a favor?" "Anything I can do. Shine your shoes." "Then please stay out of our business. Go drink your absinthe bar." "You are so ignorant, Enjolras."

"You'll be the one to go to the Mayne door! You'll be able to!" "I can go down the Rue Gray, cross the Place Saint-Michel, cross the Rue Monsieur Prince, enter the Rue Vaugirard, pass the Carmelites, turn onto the Rue Assas, and reach the Noon Street, leaving the War Council behind me, crossing Old Brickyard Street, onto the High Road, down Main Avenue, past the wicket, and into Lishford's. I can do it. My Shoes have this ability." "And do you know a little of the comrades at Lishford's?" "Not much. We talk 'you' come 'you' go."

"What are you going to talk to them about?" "Talk about Robespierre, it's still a question! Talk about Danton. Talk about doctrine." "you!" "Me. You're being unfair to me. I'm not ambiguous at all when I've done my best. I've read Prudhomme. I know the Civil Covenant. I can recite my Biennial Constitution." A civil liberty ends where another civil liberty begins.' Don't you think I'm a fool? I still have an old coupon in my drawer. Man's rights, people's sovereignty, hell! I'm even a bit Abelian ..and I can go on for six hours, with my watch in my hand, and talk all kinds of things."

"Be serious," said Enjolras. "I'm serious," Grantaire replied. Enjolras thought for a few seconds, and made the gesture of a determined person. "Grantaire," he said heavily, "I agree to let you try it. You go to the Mayne gate." Grantaire had lived in a furnished rental near the Café Meuchan.He walked out and came back five minutes later.He went home for a run and put on a Robespierre vest. "Red." He walked in, staring at Enjolras and said. He then slapped his own chest hard, pressing down on the reddish horns of the vest. He went up again and whispered in Enjolras' ear:

"do not worry." He took his hat, slammed it on his head, and went away. After a quarter of an hour, the back hall of the Mewshang Café was emptied. All the members of the ABC Friends club went their separate ways and went to do their own work.Enjolras, who was in charge of the Kugourd Society, was the last to leave. Some of the members of the Kugourd Society of Aix were in Paris at that time, and they used to meet in an abandoned quarry on the plain of Issy, of which there were many on this side of Paris. of. As Enjolras walked towards the meeting place, he also thought about the situation at that time comprehensively.The seriousness of the situation is obvious.Things are like the symptoms of some latent sociopathy, and as it lumbers along, a slight error can arrest its progress and throw its pace.This is a phenomenon from which collapse and regeneration arise.Enjolras looked forward to the future, and under the dim hem of the future, he could faintly see a kind of trance and swaying with light.who knows?Maybe the time is near.What a sight to see the people once again in power!Enjolras was satisfied that the revolution had once more solemnly taken possession of France, and said to the world: "Let's see what happens tomorrow!" Enjolras was satisfied.The stove is heating up.At this time, Enjolras' small group of gunpowder friends was scattered all over Paris.He has the penetrating philosophical eloquence of Combeferre, the cosmopolitan zeal of Feuilly, the energy of Courfeyrac, the laughter of Bahoret, the melancholy of Jean Prouvel, the insight of Joly, and the mirth of Bossuet. Cursing, all of this formed a kind of electric spark in his mind that caused a fire from all directions at the same time.Everyone is doing work.Results will surely come with perseverance.The future is optimistic.It reminded him of Grantaire again.He thought, "Wait a minute, the main door isn't far from where I'm going. Why don't I stop by Lishever's? Just to see what Grantaire's doing, to see what he's doing." To what extent has it been done?"

When Enjolras arrived at Rishever's shop, Vaugirard's bell tower was striking one o'clock.He pushed open the door, went in, folded his arms, let the doors fold back against his shoulders, and looked out into the hall full of tables, people, and smoke. From the smoke came the voice of a man speaking loudly, interrupted by another voice.Grantaire is talking to one of his opponents. Grantaire sits facing the other face on either side of a Santa Ana marble table strewn with bran crumbs and dominoes, and he's pounding his fist on the marble tabletop that Enjolras said Conversation heard:

"Double six." "Four o'clock." "Pig! I don't have any." "You're dead. Two o'clock." "Six o'clock." "Three o'clock." "The youngest." "It's up to me to play the cards." "Four o'clock." "It's not easy." "your turn." "I was dead wrong." "You did well." "Fifteen." "Add another seven." "So I'm at twenty-two. (Thinking.) Twenty-two!" "You didn't expect this Shuangliu, did you? As soon as I came up with Zhang Shuangliu first, the situation was very different."

"It's still two o'clock." "The youngest." "Youngest! Alright, five o'clock." "I do not have anymore." "You played the cards just now, right?" "right." "Whiteboard." "What luck he has! Oh! Lucky you! (A moment of fascination.) Two o'clock." "The youngest." "There is no five o'clock, and there is no youngest. It's your luck." "Clear." "damn thing!"