No. No, you're wrong. You're lying. You're making it up.Nadine wouldn't. She is too good.
[But there's something niggling in Eponine's mind. If Nadine, if Flagg, were so good, why would they want her? Nobody good would actually want her... so maybe? Maybe they really were bad? Her little world, the narrative that she'd built in her head, of Nadine and Flagg, doting parents, and herself their daughter, clever and quick, starts to crumble. They've brought her here to thieve for them, and when they're sick of her, they'll kill her. Duh.
Eponine wipes her rough sleeve over her eyes fiercely, determined not to let Julie see her cry. She keeps moving backwards though, up, away from the water, trying to keep the distance between them the same. At Julie's insults though, she laughs.]
Miss, I have had the grandest men in Paris in my hole. I have had their beds. And you have a man what looks like he lost a fight with a cat. At least my 'Parnasse were the most handsome in all of Paris. And M'sieur Marius, he were the other. Your mangy dog shouldn't hold a candle to either of my loves. So yes, yes you are right. We ain't the same. I spread my legs for beauty and money. And you? You give yourself for free to whatever will take such a disgusting animal as you.
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[But there's something niggling in Eponine's mind. If Nadine, if Flagg, were so good, why would they want her? Nobody good would actually want her... so maybe? Maybe they really were bad?
Her little world, the narrative that she'd built in her head, of Nadine and Flagg, doting parents, and herself their daughter, clever and quick, starts to crumble. They've brought her here to thieve for them, and when they're sick of her, they'll kill her. Duh.
Eponine wipes her rough sleeve over her eyes fiercely, determined not to let Julie see her cry.
She keeps moving backwards though, up, away from the water, trying to keep the distance between them the same. At Julie's insults though, she laughs.]
Miss, I have had the grandest men in Paris in my hole. I have had their beds. And you have a man what looks like he lost a fight with a cat. At least my 'Parnasse were the most handsome in all of Paris. And M'sieur Marius, he were the other. Your mangy dog shouldn't hold a candle to either of my loves. So yes, yes you are right. We ain't the same. I spread my legs for beauty and money. And you? You give yourself for free to whatever will take such a disgusting animal as you.