"Hmmmm. And Gavroche; he's got a few chapters. I did read some of Javert's of course-- after he crossed our barricade. The book's clearly wrong about some of his story, at any rate, however close it may cut with us. And I have no intention of telling him anything of it; not that I think he'd listen to any of us! But the others..." he thinks a moment, laying out something over the skyline in only water. " I don't know how truthful it might be. In our France, if the book ever exists at all, it won't be for decades. There's people in that story who have no way or reason of knowing about it until then.
But here-- Mlle. Fauchelevent and her father come here, they face the same problem any of us would if we didn't know of it, that others may read it and know of them, or think they know of them, and yet they'd have no warning. Damn! It feels like leaving them unguarded, to say nothing at all. Still."
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Date: 2015-01-05 08:13 pm (UTC)From:But here-- Mlle. Fauchelevent and her father come here, they face the same problem any of us would if we didn't know of it, that others may read it and know of them, or think they know of them, and yet they'd have no warning. Damn! It feels like leaving them unguarded, to say nothing at all. Still."
Still. It's a problem.