"Owww!" Eponine hisses in pain as the stake makes contact, and she ceases to struggle once more. She knows it'll only spread the burn. "Bastard!" She spits in Joscelin's face, hoping that it will make him let go so she can run for it.
"I don't care. They are drunks, criminals. No one knows. No one cares. Let them look for me. I am dead." Eponine laughs again. The pain, the burn stings like hell, but it's good. It means that she's still here.
"You think I want to be in London? In this stinking pit? PAH!" She spits again, aiming at the floor this time. "You tell Montparnasse to have me back, and I can leave. Until he agrees, I am trapped here, Monsieur, and I shall do as I please."
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"Bastard!" She spits in Joscelin's face, hoping that it will make him let go so she can run for it.
"I don't care. They are drunks, criminals. No one knows. No one cares. Let them look for me. I am dead." Eponine laughs again. The pain, the burn stings like hell, but it's good. It means that she's still here.
"You think I want to be in London? In this stinking pit? PAH!" She spits again, aiming at the floor this time. "You tell Montparnasse to have me back, and I can leave. Until he agrees, I am trapped here, Monsieur, and I shall do as I please."