"Paris isn't beautiful." And if this girl was going to go to Paris with such silly dreams and notions, then Paris would swallow her whole and chew her down and spit out her mangled corpse to be washed up on the English shore again.
"Paris is a beast of cut throats and thieves, Miss Nancy. Of girls whoring before they can truly call 'em a woman, of magic when a beggar man with one leg suddenly grows his second to chase you. We starve and we hurt and we hunt one another. You say you had rags, Miss, so the pretty Paris ain't for you. You might have a room more than me there, but make no mistake, to her underbelly you would go."

But still Eponine follows along. "Only a quick bath, Miss? And la - a dress? And shoes? Please, do you have a shoe that'd fit me?"