[She flinches away from the stroking, again as much as she is able to. Locked up forever?
Her hand strays to her hip where bits of goods from Hattie's house are concealed. She glances at the basket of fine food that Ella had given her. Hattie would say she stole that too. And killed Ella and got rid of the body. And the police would believe her. Of course they would. They wouldn't listen to a young girl, already jailed for pickpocketing and theft. She'd be locked up for good.
She looks back at Hattie. Eponine's eyes are filled with a mixture of emotions - fear, loathing... sadness.]
I choose that over jail. Being Ella.
[She has no idea what Ella did for Hattie though...] What must I do? Hide your keys, Madame? [She's going for humour to hide her fear]
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Her hand strays to her hip where bits of goods from Hattie's house are concealed. She glances at the basket of fine food that Ella had given her. Hattie would say she stole that too. And killed Ella and got rid of the body. And the police would believe her. Of course they would. They wouldn't listen to a young girl, already jailed for pickpocketing and theft. She'd be locked up for good.
She looks back at Hattie. Eponine's eyes are filled with a mixture of emotions - fear, loathing... sadness.]
I choose that over jail. Being Ella.
[She has no idea what Ella did for Hattie though...] What must I do? Hide your keys, Madame?
[She's going for humour to hide her fear]