le.
This smile was not ended when the report resounded.
Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, as though the balls had nailed him there.
Only, his head was bowed.
Grantaire fell at his feet, as though struck by a thunderbolt.
A few moments later, the soldiers dislodged the last remaining insurgents, who had taken refuge at the top of the house.
They fired into the attic through a wooden lattice.
They fought under the very roof. They flung bodies, some of them still alive, out through the windows. Two light-infantrymen, who tried to lift the shattered omnibus, were slain by two shots fired from the attic.
A man in a blouse was flung down from it, with a bayonet wound in the abdomen, and breathed his last on the ground.
A soldier and an insurgent slipped together on the sloping slates of the roof, and, as they would not release each other, they fell, clasped in a ferocious embrace.
A similar conflict went on in the cellar.
Shouts, shots, a fierce trampling. Then silence.
The barricade was captured.
The soldiers began to search the houses round about, and to pursue the fugitives.
BOOK FIRST.--THE WAR BETWEEN FOUR WALLS
CHAPTER XXIV
PRISONER
Marius was, in fact, a prisoner.
The hand which had seized him from behind and whose grasp he had felt at the moment of his fall and his loss of consciousness was that of Jean Valjean.