"I can't promise they won't get angry if you do too much wrong, but I suppose it's just words. I haven't gotten in trouble, so I can't say too much. But I'll ask my friends, see what they say. They've been here longer than me." At least, Spike had.
No, begging letters had been how Eponine had done it. But those docks and those alleys, those street-corners, that was where Nancy had spent her hours. She remembers them too well. And in that little flash across Eponine's face, she knows Eponine remembers, too. And her words- oh, Nancy's heart wrenches itself in her heart.
"We can be whoever we want to be here," she says. "People here think I'm a proper lady. They know me by my married name. They don't know about the whore I were, the thief with fast fingers. And you can do that, too." And they'll start tonight. Just as Nancy had.
She nods, smiling, "Everything you want, I promise I'll take you. A few of the shopkeeps, they know me. I got a deal with some, where I'll model clothes for them that they make, in exchange. I'll take you there, and we'll get you boots and bloomers! A shawl of silk so fine you'll think a spider knit it just for you!" She urge Eponine further into the room, gestures toward the bathroom where the copper claw-foot tub waited.
"You can even wear a blue dress tonight, if you want. I got one you'll look real pretty in."
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No, begging letters had been how Eponine had done it. But those docks and those alleys, those street-corners, that was where Nancy had spent her hours. She remembers them too well. And in that little flash across Eponine's face, she knows Eponine remembers, too. And her words- oh, Nancy's heart wrenches itself in her heart.
"We can be whoever we want to be here," she says. "People here think I'm a proper lady. They know me by my married name. They don't know about the whore I were, the thief with fast fingers. And you can do that, too." And they'll start tonight. Just as Nancy had.
She nods, smiling, "Everything you want, I promise I'll take you. A few of the shopkeeps, they know me. I got a deal with some, where I'll model clothes for them that they make, in exchange. I'll take you there, and we'll get you boots and bloomers! A shawl of silk so fine you'll think a spider knit it just for you!" She urge Eponine further into the room, gestures toward the bathroom where the copper claw-foot tub waited.
"You can even wear a blue dress tonight, if you want. I got one you'll look real pretty in."