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Danger On The Streets Tonight
Eponine stared dejectedly at the coin in her hand as Cosette's father read the letter. She supposed Marius wouldn't have wanted her to give it to the girl's father, but it was going to get to her either way, wasn't it? Reading it was surely an invasion of privacy, though. She tucked the coin in her pocket and hugged herself to keep warm. The summer night was cool, but it sent a chill down her back. The old man suddenly noticed that she was still there.
"I gave you a coin, didn't I, boy? Be on your way, and stay out of the streets," he said, turning to go back inside the house.
"Wait, monsieur!" Eponine said suddenly.
He turned and waited patiently, surely, for this foolish boy to stop occupying his time. But Eponine was feeling awfully lonely, and as much she wanted to go and be with Marius, she knew it was of no use.
"I…I would just like to say, I am a girl. Not a boy. And, er…it's quite dangerous out on the streets, as you said. I've not a place to stay, monsieur."
The old man's face softened in pity as he examined her face again and noticed its feminine appearance.
"I suppose you may as well stay the night. There is a room next to my daughter's. You may change into one of her pieces of clothing, if you so desire. I shall be in the living room. Good night, young miss."
Eponine gave him a shy smile and went inside. The house was fancy; it was even fancier than the outside, with its gate and garden. Her father would've had a great time robbing it. She soon found the guest room and was amazed again at how pretty it was. The walls were the color of roses, and the floor wasn't scratched and caked with dirt. She snuck a peek into the closet and marveled at a silky nightgown unlike anything she had ever owned.
She looked down and frowned at the litter of old toys on the floor. Was this Cosette's old play room? Her mind burst with memories as her eyes fell upon the lovely doll the old man had presented Cosette, that evening he had come to the inn for her. It was the first time she had been jealous of the girl, and definitely not the last. What had happened, to leave Cosette living here and her on the streets?
She saw a blurry streak flash by her window and looked outside in surprise. The old man was leaving, but to where? He wasn't leaving with Cosette. Perhaps he was going to the barricades? What a ridiculous thought, though. What did he have to do with those schoolboys? She was tempted to follow him, but remembered his warnings. She didn't want to get killed, even if she thought sometimes about whether Marius would mourn over her if she had. So, she resisted the temptation and slid into the bed, with its soft blankets and spongy pillow.
Her dreams were about her in a dress like Cosette's, with silky brown hair that flowed down her head. Marius was there to see her, and he was wholly uninjured, free from the barricades and his silly schoolboy pledge. They were laughing merrily about how the people had rose up and won the war against the government. Cosette was no where in sight. She was combing a doll's hair, a beautiful doll, even more so than the one from long ago. These dreams continued until they faded into a black, blissful sleep.
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