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  1. Public Bookmark 7

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    Javert's sting in the Gorbeau tenement had not been accomplished unassisted.

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    17 Jan 2018

  2. Rec 3

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    Once, Cosette remembers later, her Papa had told her about butterflies.

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  3. Rec 25

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    Inspector Javert had been hearing the noises all summer: creaking, clanking, and then a steady drip-drip-drip.

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  4. Rec 4

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    It might be petty to be irritated with a door but if it hadn't gotten stuck then Javert would not be left alone in the infirmary with a convict for who even knew how long. It wasn't that he was afraid, far from it. He was an experienced guard and he was armed. It was just that there was very little to do and the injured prisoner did not need much guarding. If he only had a clock.

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    15 Jan 2018

  5. Rec 9

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    A collection of ficlets inspired by prompts for the "tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll write some of the story" meme.

    -The one where Javert accidentally adopts Gavroche post-barricade and is forced to ask Valjean for parenting advice
    -The one where Javert and Valjean interact in Toulon during one of Valjean's reading lessons

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    Something at last flickered in those eyes and upon that face— Javert would have thought the convict amused, were it not for the bitterness that soured the man’s look. “With care," was repeated in a low, hoarse mutter.

    There was nothing in the convict’s tone to imply insolence rather than a request for clarification, and yet Javert caught himself beginning to frown nonetheless. “Yes. The friars are using their own books to teach you. You should treat them gently," he said brusquely, and then closed the book before he handed it back.

    Jean-le-Cric lowered his chin in what might have been in acknowledgment, but at least opened the book with an awkward, careful movement, this time holding it correctly. He held the book gently, as though he feared to hurt it as Javert had warned.

    It was strange juxtaposition, Javert found himself thinking as he watched, the convict’s hands almost tender where so often they were violent, balled into fists as Javert searched him for contraband or fiercely gripping a tool as he labored in the quarry. At least, he assumed that was how the man’s hands looked as Jean-le-Cric worked. Why would he have cause to study a convict’s hands so closely, except to ensure the man had no weapon?