"Why must you know?" Eponine groans. "Look, Sir. I will give you money. Food. I can - if that's what you want. God knows you are not the first I have silenced that way - but if that's what you want then..." She gestures to her body. "Is that what you want from me?"
Eponine shakes her head and dampens her rag in the trough again. She wipes it roughly over her face, using it to wipe up and hide her tears - tears of fear, desperation, frustration and regret. Never, ever let them see you cry.
"Or else you may just be on your way, for I ain't saying a word more on it."
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"Look, Sir. I will give you money. Food. I can - if that's what you want. God knows you are not the first I have silenced that way - but if that's what you want then..." She gestures to her body.
"Is that what you want from me?"
Eponine shakes her head and dampens her rag in the trough again. She wipes it roughly over her face, using it to wipe up and hide her tears - tears of fear, desperation, frustration and regret. Never, ever let them see you cry.
"Or else you may just be on your way, for I ain't saying a word more on it."