Again [Marius] beheld Mabeuf fall, he heard Gavroche singing amid the grape-shot, he felt beneath his lips the cold brow of Eponine; Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire, Combeferre, Bossuet, Grantaire, all his friends rose erect before him, then dispersed into thin air. Were all those dear, sorrowful, valiant, charming or tragic beings merely dreams?

Still brickin’ and I have three thoughts on this bit: a) WOE b) I bet you anything that this was the bit that inspired Empty Chairs At Empty Tables and c) I always forget that Marius and Grantaire were friends, I’ve read so many otherwise excellent fanfics where Marius either doesn’t care for or barely knows R that it came as a pleasant surprise to see him included. (Although Joly, Feuilly and Bahorel aren’t there, alas.)