[The full might of the National Guard didn't daunt Enjolras. This angry horse-woman might. He holds his ground, burying his uncertainty under a determined look.]
It is a handkerchief. [He seems finally to notice the strange colour. Ah. Thanks, Jehan.] It's form is strange, I grant you. But it will serve.
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It is a handkerchief. [He seems finally to notice the strange colour. Ah. Thanks, Jehan.] It's form is strange, I grant you. But it will serve.