Eponine still can’t imagine why she’s there. She cannot fathom that they’d willingly choose her. She’s sure she’s a mistake and she’ll be found out and thrown out or sent home or locked away. But Lune is scoffing Eponine’s words now.
“Well then, laugh all you want. I don’t care. What’d a gamine like me do in a palace? We both know I shouldn’t be allowed in the grounds without being arrested.”
She holds a hand out. “You might be as rude as you want, but I want payment. A franc if you please.” Eponine aims high, knowing she’ll be knocked down.
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Eponine still can’t imagine why she’s there. She cannot fathom that they’d willingly choose her. She’s sure she’s a mistake and she’ll be found out and thrown out or sent home or locked away.
But Lune is scoffing Eponine’s words now.
“Well then, laugh all you want. I don’t care. What’d a gamine like me do in a palace? We both know I shouldn’t be allowed in the grounds without being arrested.”
She holds a hand out. “You might be as rude as you want, but I want payment. A franc if you please.”
Eponine aims high, knowing she’ll be knocked down.