Éponine wasn't one for sentimentality -- or at least, she wasn't likely to admit to it. The way she'd grown up, it was only one more unneeded complication that at best would be an inconvenience and at worst could get you killed. But despite that she'd gone and allowed herself to indulge it, to entertain notions about young Monsieur le Baron ( Read more... )

Dusk was setting in by the time Éponine returned to the Rue de la Chanvrerie. It was done; everything was in place. Yesterday Cosette and the old man she called Father had moved out of the house on the Rue Plumet, but not before Cosette managed to write a letter to inform Marius of her whereabouts. That letter was tucked away in Éponine's pocket; ( Read more... )