[If Eponine thought that Hattie thought she was a victim of anything, she'd be mad!]

Exotic? Like spices? Perhaps you are exotic too - but some people do not like you, you know. I think it is Ella - her friends do not like me either. She is strange; I cannot decide if I like her or no. She was nice to me, but she says bad things of you. And she made me leave. That room you gave me was the loveliest I have had. I do not know what to think of her; she gave me a lovely christmas, but she let me be homeless; she was going to let me go to the shelters. I know she is your sister, Madame... But she would not give me clothes as you do.

[Eponine's conveniently forgetting all of the hard work and lack of pay under Hattie. For now, she is so grateful for Hattie even turning up!]