"There's a library? With books?" There's a spark of excitement in Eponine's eyes. "My Mama had books when we were little. Just cheap ones, you know? With romances. That's where she got my name and my sister, Azelma. Oh, I'd like a book, you know? Just to look at. I can read."
It feels important to tell Nancy that. "Are we allowed? To look, I mean?"
But Nancy is showing Eponine into her bedroom. She looks around in absolute awe: a bed. Blankets, pillows - dozens of them - and things. Books. Soaps. Shampoo - though Eponine doesn't recognise the word.
"I..."
There's a hint of fear in Eponine's eyes. She hesitates, still stood in the doorway.
"I told you I can't pay you, Miss? Nancy. I told you, yes? You can't get me in trouble after for taking things. You swear?"
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"My Mama had books when we were little. Just cheap ones, you know? With romances. That's where she got my name and my sister, Azelma. Oh, I'd like a book, you know? Just to look at. I can read."
It feels important to tell Nancy that. "Are we allowed? To look, I mean?"
But Nancy is showing Eponine into her bedroom. She looks around in absolute awe: a bed. Blankets, pillows - dozens of them - and things. Books. Soaps. Shampoo - though Eponine doesn't recognise the word.
"I..."
There's a hint of fear in Eponine's eyes. She hesitates, still stood in the doorway.
"I told you I can't pay you, Miss? Nancy. I told you, yes? You can't get me in trouble after for taking things. You swear?"