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"Monsieur," the elder of the brothers asked Gavroche, pointing to the netting, "what's that for?" "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" Nevertheless, he felt obliged to add a few words of instruction for the benefit of these young creatures, and he continued: "It's a thing from the Jardin des Plantes. It's used for fierce animals. There's a whole shopful of them there.

A second more and the barricade would have been taken. Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed Bahorel with a blow from his bayonet. Another had already overthrown Courfeyrac, who was shouting: "Follow me!" The largest of all, a sort of colossus, marched on Gavroche with his bayonet fixed.

He caught sight of a corner of the wall on which was placarded the most peaceable sheet of paper in the world, a permission to eat eggs, a Lenten admonition addressed by the Archbishop of Paris to his "flock." Bahorel exclaimed: "'Flock'; a polite way of saying geese." And he tore the charge from the nail. This conquered Gavroche. From that instant Gavroche set himself to study Bahorel.

The water was dripping from his hair. Guelemer addressed him: "Are you a man, young 'un?" Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied: "A young 'un like me's a man, and men like you are babes." "The brat's tongue's well hung!" exclaimed Babet. "The Paris brat ain't made of straw," added Brujon. "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. Montparnasse answered: "Climb up that flue."

"Come now!" said Gavroche, "why not? I had one in 1830 when we had a dispute with Charles X." Enjolras shrugged his shoulders. "When there are enough for the men, we will give some to the children." Gavroche wheeled round haughtily, and answered: "If you are killed before me, I shall take yours." "Gamin!" said Enjolras. "Greenhorn!" said Gavroche.

It's bread, and very good bread of the second quality." The baker could not repress a smile, and as he cut the white bread he surveyed them in a compassionate way which shocked Gavroche. "Come, now, baker's boy!" said he, "what are you taking our measure like that for?" All three of them placed end to end would have hardly made a measure.

He saw Jean Valjean perfectly well but he took no notice of him. Gavroche after staring into the air, stared below; he raised himself on tiptoe, and felt of the doors and windows of the ground floor; they were all shut, bolted, and padlocked.

"Yes, yes," said Brujon, "it must be looked up." In the meanwhile, none of the men seemed to see Gavroche, who, during this colloquy, had seated himself on one of the fence-posts; he waited a few moments, thinking that perhaps his father would turn towards him, then he put on his shoes again, and said: "Is that all? You don't want any more, my men? Now you're out of your scrape. I'm off.

I already knew the route, but accepted the offer on Gavroche's promise to reveal to me a secret about the place. The secret is this: The house is haunted, and when the wind is east, and the setting moon shows only a narrow rim above the rocks, ghosts come and dance a solemn minuet on the glass roof above the study. Had Gavroche ever seen them? No, but he knew a boy who had.

Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded upon the old man, seized him by the collar, grasped and clung to him, and Gavroche with difficulty restrained a scream. A moment later one of these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee of marble upon his breast. Only, it was not just what Gavroche had expected.