"What?" Eponine peers down an alleyway. "You don't mind, do you? It's quicker not to go through the real streets."
She sets off down it, regardless. "I do not writhe in her claws. But dress up... You know how long it was since I had a new dress before I came here? That old skirt was my mother's. A woman died in that blouse I had before it came to me. And I had worn those for two winters already. M'sieur, it is natural for girls to long to be beautiful, or at least well dressed. So do NOT scorn me. If I were a lady, grand men would love me. So do not scorn me. Do not."
She turns back, obviously upset. "She thought I had murdered her sister - I did not, M'sieur - but it was work or the guillotine - or perhaps here, gallows. I do not know, and I had no wish to find out. But My Lady - I hate that - she is not so bad."
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Eponine peers down an alleyway.
"You don't mind, do you? It's quicker not to go through the real streets."
She sets off down it, regardless.
"I do not writhe in her claws. But dress up... You know how long it was since I had a new dress before I came here? That old skirt was my mother's. A woman died in that blouse I had before it came to me. And I had worn those for two winters already. M'sieur, it is natural for girls to long to be beautiful, or at least well dressed. So do NOT scorn me. If I were a lady, grand men would love me. So do not scorn me. Do not."
She turns back, obviously upset. "She thought I had murdered her sister - I did not, M'sieur - but it was work or the guillotine - or perhaps here, gallows. I do not know, and I had no wish to find out. But My Lady - I hate that - she is not so bad."