"Yeah? Does he know? Not Bill, your vampire?" Eponine can't imagine doing that. God, if Marius, all that time ago, had just loved her - seen her there, just once, then her life would be so different. Could she imagine going back to Montparnasse, if she had Marius' love? Eponine can't imagine it.

"I don't know, you know?" She licks the trailing blood from the glass of her new bottle. "I think there are some what have to have such men as ours. Proper ladies couldn't take it. Me? It don't matter, really. I can take it." She's learned to enjoy bits of it. "If someone else would have me... but proper men don't want women like me."