[Eponine shakes her head.] I don't understand you, Julie. You are mad at me because you pushed me away from my food and I answered back. You try to murder me over a bun and a bit of cheese? You are fat enough anyway not to fight for such a thing. And yet, it's me what is the whore, the devil, the little shit?

[It's a good thing that Julie believes Eponine has a knife. She doesn't - but maybe stealing a little dagger would be a good investment. She cocks her head to one side.]

You know a man what visited me in prison? He has paid me to kill you, you know? You are not so well liked as you think. And me, not so bad, for here you are, still breathing such rancid breath to the air.