[And yet again, she's being laughed at. It's okay when men laugh at her. She knows that. She's accepted it, both from her male peers and the more genteel class.
But for Coraline to be laughing at her is crushing.
Anything Eponine says is wrong. She gets that. But Coraline's laugh, her scorn only drives Eponine's chin higher, makes her sound the more obstinate. The tremor in her fisted hands probably gives Eponine away, the high pitch to her voice probably indicates the stress that she feels. God, she'd love to be Coraline, so pretty and sure and with friends. She'd love to be Coraline's friend, to count her as a peer. And yet, Coraline's laughing at her.]

I... I didn't say nowt of it. It's just not conversation for polite company, is it? Though how stupid of me, for you are not polite at all. So horrid are you that you deserve all of the bad luck in the world.

[She hoiks her saliva and spits hard at Coraline, aiming for her face.]

Nero will care for me. I - I were his first.

[No he won't. He'll use her and dump her, like everyone else. She knows it but she's denying it.]

He... He loves me.