WHERE THE DAY EMBRACES THE NIGHT

But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, replied:–

“Let me sleep here,–until I die.”

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are you all having a miserable barricade day(s)?

I sure am.

_{“This barricade is made neither of cobblestones, nor of timbers, nor of cold iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Here misery encounters the ideal. Here the day embraces the night, and says: I will die with you and you will be born again with me." [Enjolras; volume v, book i]}