"Then good luck to you, Sir." Eponine bites her lip, still gazing intently through the bars. Even as horrible as she has been to Jon, he hasn't just walked away from her, and she appreciates that.
"And if you have time, won't you come to see me again? You have such lovely eyes, Sir. I should like to see them again."
And the food. And a promise of getting her saved from going home. Eponine smiles wistfully at Jon.
"I will help you, you know? If I have to, down here. You have such lovely eyes. And such fingers with food." She laughs. "I shall try to make sure they aren't wicked to you down here. But then, who would listen to me?" She chuckles again. "I'll try though, Sir. For when you come back to see me again."
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"And if you have time, won't you come to see me again? You have such lovely eyes, Sir. I should like to see them again."
And the food. And a promise of getting her saved from going home. Eponine smiles wistfully at Jon.
"I will help you, you know? If I have to, down here. You have such lovely eyes. And such fingers with food." She laughs. "I shall try to make sure they aren't wicked to you down here. But then, who would listen to me?" She chuckles again. "I'll try though, Sir. For when you come back to see me again."