"It would be a very dangerous experiment," says Combeferre, suddenly sober. "I won't risk having any of us destroyed, not again."

He remembers, with a sudden vivid mental picture, Bahorel's corpse. Prouvaire's last shout. The faint glimpse he got, out of the corner of his eye, when a soldier attacked Courfeyrac beside him.

Not again. Or at least, not for this.