Chapter 317 Seventeen "Dead Fathers Wait for Dying Children"

Marius rushed out of the barricade.Combeferre followed him.But it was too late.Gavroche was dead.Combeferre took back the basket of bullets, and Marius took back the child. well!He thought that what the father had done for his father, he would repay in his son, but Thenardier brought back his father alive, and he brought back the dead child. When Marius entered the bastion with Gavroche in his arms, his face was bloody like the boy's. As he was bending over Gavroche, a bullet grazed his skull without him noticing it. Combeferre took off his tie and bandaged Marius' brow. They put Gavroche on the table where Mabeuf had been parked, and covered both bodies with a piece of black gauze, just enough for the old and the young.

Combeferre distributed the cartridges in the basket he had retrieved. In this way, each person got fifteen rounds. Jean Valjean remained where he was, sitting motionless on his boundary stone.He shook his head when Combeferre handed him fifteen rounds. "Here is a rare and queer man," said Combeferre to Enjolras in a low voice, "who does not fight in the barricades." "That does not prevent him from defending the barricades," said Enjolras. "There are some strange heroes," replied Combeferre. After Courfeyrac heard it, he added: "He is not of the same class as Papa Mabeuf."

One thing worth pointing out is that the fire on the barricades had very little effect on the interior.Those who have not experienced such whirlwind battles cannot understand that there can be quiet moments in this tense atmosphere.People were walking around, chatting casually, joking, and casually.One of our acquaintances heard a soldier say to him over the sound of the shells: "We seem to be bachelors at lunch." The bastion of Machang Street, we repeat, does look calm inside.All evolutions and stages have been completed or are coming to an end, and the situation has passed from critical to dire, from dire probably to hopeless.As the situation grew dire, the lights of the heroes turned the barricades redder and redder.Enjolras sits solemnly on the barricades, with the pose of a young Spartan who has sworn to dedicate his bare sword to the melancholy genius Epithodas.

Combeferre, with an apron round his waist, was bandaging the wounded, while Bossuet and Feuilly were making bullets from the powder-pot which Gavroche had brought from the corpse of the platoon leader.Bossuet said to Feuilly: "We will soon go to another planet in a public carriage." On the paving stones beside Jorra lay an entire armory: his sword-staff, his lance, two carbine-guns, and a pistol.Jean Valjean was silent, looking at the wall opposite him.A workman, who tied Madame Huchereau's big straw hat on his head with a string, said: "So as not to suffer from heat stroke." The young people of Aix-Gourdes were chatting cheerfully, as if they were eager for the last time. It's like the dialect of my hometown.Joly unhooked the widow's mirror from the hook, and examined his tongue.Several soldiers found some almost moldy bread crusts in the drawer and ate them greedily.Marius wondered what would his father say to him?