[Jean Valjean is largely unaccustomed to tender gestures such that Reinhardt offers now, knowing only the little hugs and kisses of his adopted daughter. His flesh better remembers the bite of the lash and the agony of the rack, although more than a decade separates him from the hell of the galleys. Yet he welcomes the gesture and allows it to imbue him with a sense of reassurance.
There remains an urgency to his steps as further into the chamber they go. Their search is draped in silence, which suits a man like Jean Valjean, who keeps company with few besides his own thoughts. When ten or so minutes have gone by, he remarks,]
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There remains an urgency to his steps as further into the chamber they go. Their search is draped in silence, which suits a man like Jean Valjean, who keeps company with few besides his own thoughts. When ten or so minutes have gone by, he remarks,]
It was here. She must be nearby.