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genius, Epidotas.
Combeferre, wearing an apron, was dressing the wounds:
Bossuet and Feuilly were making cartridges with the pow-
der-flask picked up by Gavroche on the dead corporal, and
Bossuet said to Feuilly: ‘We are soon to take the diligence for
another planet”; Courfeyrac was disposing and arranging
on some paving-stones which he had reserved for himself
near Enjolras, a complete arsenal, his sword-cane, his gun,
two holster pistols, and a cudgel, with the care of a young
girl setting a small dunkerque in order. Jean Valjean stared
silently at the wall opposite him. An artisan was fastening
Mother Hucheloup’s big straw hat on his head with a string,
‘for fear of sun-stroke,’ as he said. The young men from the
Cougourde d’Aix were chatting merrily among themselves,
as though eager to speak patois for the last time. Joly, who
had taken Widow Hucheloup’s mirror from the wall, was
examining his tongue in it. Some combatants, having dis-
covered a few crusts of rather mouldy bread, in a drawer,
were eagerly devouring them. Marius was disturbed with
regard to what his father was about to say to him.