...[Gavroche] approached this pensive individual and began to tip-toe around him the way people do when they are afraid of waking someone up. At the same time there passed over his childish face, at once so cheeky and so earnest, so skittish and so intense, so cheerful and so heart-breaking, all the grimaces of an old man signifying: bah! impossible! my eyesight's playing me up! I'm dreaming! could it be--? no, it's not! and so on. Gavroche rocked on his heels, clenched both fists in his pockets, made bird-like motions with his neck, invested all the sagacity of his lower lip in an extraordinary pout... It was at the height of of his preoccupation that Enjolras came up to him. "You're small," said Enjolras, "you'll not be seen. Go outside the barricades, keep close to the houses, take a bit of a wander round the streets, and come back and tell me what's going on." "So young'uns do have their uses. Just as well! I'll go!" ...Then raising his head and lowering his voice, Gavroche added, indicating the man from Rue des Billettes, "You see that tall fellow over there?" "Well?" "He's a nark."
[From LM 4.12.7] @barricadeday
Les Mis is a comedy.
