"You hardly need it, Sir." Eponine shoots back even as she pockets the money. "It may well go to making my happiness, no?"
She shrugs away his questions, looking at the coin still in her hand rather than at Waldo. "It is just how it was, Sir. So many girls, so many families like mine. It is just so that I am a rotten one as well, one of the wicked and the poor. There ain't mercy for the likes of me. I swear though, I am bad, Sir, but when I were alive, not once did I kill. I weren't as evil as that. Now... well, if I die, there is hell. If I live, there is hell, but now he is in France. I can make a go in England, you know. It is just sad you move and I kill you. Perhaps one of my hells is close. I don't know?"
She chuckles to herself and pockets the coin. "What is burning? What should I do with a phone? I haven't a friend to call. There ain't so many people what like me, you know? I don't care." She does.
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She shrugs away his questions, looking at the coin still in her hand rather than at Waldo. "It is just how it was, Sir. So many girls, so many families like mine. It is just so that I am a rotten one as well, one of the wicked and the poor. There ain't mercy for the likes of me. I swear though, I am bad, Sir, but when I were alive, not once did I kill. I weren't as evil as that. Now... well, if I die, there is hell. If I live, there is hell, but now he is in France. I can make a go in England, you know. It is just sad you move and I kill you. Perhaps one of my hells is close. I don't know?"
She chuckles to herself and pockets the coin. "What is burning? What should I do with a phone? I haven't a friend to call. There ain't so many people what like me, you know? I don't care." She does.