Enjolras was silent. His virgin lips closed; and he remained some time standing on the spot where he had spilled blood, in marble immobility. His fixed eye made all around him speak low. 

Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre silently grasped hands, and, leaning upon one another in the corner of the barricade, considered, with an admiration not unmingled with compassion, this severe young man, executioner and priest, luminous like the crystal, and rock also. 

~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

He repeated: “Vive le Républic!” crossed the room with a firm step, and took his place before the muskets beside Enjolras.

"Two at one shot," said he. 

And, turning towards Enjolras gently, he said to him:

"Will you permit it?"

Enjolras grasped his hand with a smile.

The smile was not finished when the report was heard. 

 

~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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