Enjolras is silent. His eyes remain closed. There is a wetness prickling behind his eyes that will begin to spill over if he opens them now.
Dr. Tam seemed both honest and sincere. And certainly if such measures have ever been tried, Enjolras hasn't heard of it. (He pays little attention to the details of medical experiments, of course, but Combeferre would have mentioned it in his hearing sooner or later, if he himself was aware.)
So much suffering of the people that could have been averted so easily. It's horrible; it's an affront, it's a tragedy, it's awful. In his mind's eye are blue-faced corpses, children and beggars dead on street corners, and Combeferre's face haggard and heartbroken.
The notes are hidden in a folder of stiff paper, now lying on the bed next to Enjolras, but Courfeyrac may certainly take them and read over them, if he wishes.
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Dr. Tam seemed both honest and sincere. And certainly if such measures have ever been tried, Enjolras hasn't heard of it. (He pays little attention to the details of medical experiments, of course, but Combeferre would have mentioned it in his hearing sooner or later, if he himself was aware.)
So much suffering of the people that could have been averted so easily. It's horrible; it's an affront, it's a tragedy, it's awful. In his mind's eye are blue-faced corpses, children and beggars dead on street corners, and Combeferre's face haggard and heartbroken.
The notes are hidden in a folder of stiff paper, now lying on the bed next to Enjolras, but Courfeyrac may certainly take them and read over them, if he wishes.