Eponine takes the cookie, and holds it to her nose. She inhales deeply, laughing as a crumb goes up her nose.
"You know, I used to sit outside a shop what smelled like this sometimes. Not to beg or nothing, just to rest. It makes you tired, you see, when there ain't nothing to eat for days. It feels like your legs to jelly and your head isn't quite on your body. And always, I liked to sit outside the bakery. Ma'am, it were pure awful and divine in one."
She licks the cookie, closing her eyes in delight. "It tastes like what it smells of. I used to imagine it, but it's different when it's in your mouth, no?"
She chuckles. "I ain't a young person, Ma'am. I feel as old as the hills. I don't know how old I am. Except I told the guard I were fourteen. I don't think he believed me, but it got me released in Paris so it is worth a try, no?"
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"You know, I used to sit outside a shop what smelled like this sometimes. Not to beg or nothing, just to rest. It makes you tired, you see, when there ain't nothing to eat for days. It feels like your legs to jelly and your head isn't quite on your body. And always, I liked to sit outside the bakery. Ma'am, it were pure awful and divine in one."
She licks the cookie, closing her eyes in delight. "It tastes like what it smells of. I used to imagine it, but it's different when it's in your mouth, no?"
She chuckles. "I ain't a young person, Ma'am. I feel as old as the hills. I don't know how old I am. Except I told the guard I were fourteen. I don't think he believed me, but it got me released in Paris so it is worth a try, no?"