Feuilly listens to all this gravely. His face is mobile enough--indignation, bitterness, pity, dismay--but he doesn't speak a word until Bahorel's done. "What happened to her child? Does anyone know? --But. I see. I didn't know that. I didn't know that story in particular, I mean. Anyone who sends people to jail breaks up families, puts people in a place of, of suffering."
He pulls his feet up to the edge of his seat and wraps his arms around them, chin on his knees. "How long ago was this? And do you, do you know how accurate the book is when it comes to this business?"
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Date: 2015-08-19 04:30 pm (UTC)From:He pulls his feet up to the edge of his seat and wraps his arms around them, chin on his knees. "How long ago was this? And do you, do you know how accurate the book is when it comes to this business?"
And does anyone know what happened to the child?