Eponine never really thought that she would see cosette again. Once the little girl was taken away by that strange man, she was gone for good. The thing was, Eponine didn't really care. She would always taunt the girl, but it was really no worse than what she would taunt her sister with. She never lay a hand on the less fortunate girl. Eponine would sometimes show the girl her dolls. She thought that it somehow put her over the other girl. Eponine would order Cosette around, but was it really out of place seeing as she was a servant to the family?
Cosette hated Eponine. She knew that much. Cosette hated the girl for her treatment. It wasn't fair that one of them be an authority to the other. Cosette knew that her mother had left her with these people when she was very young. She didn't remember her mother only warm arms and a beautiful voice. Cosette always dreamed that there was a castle just for her and there were other children all nice to her. There was a lady in this castle dressed all in white. She had always assumed that the lady was her mother. Cosette had always hoped that her mother was a lady and by some twist of fate she had been left with the innkeeper and his wife.
Cosette hated that Eponine got so much when she had so little. Cosette was dressed in rags while Eponine was dressed in butiful dresses. Cosettes hair was matted and filled with dirt and had rarely seen any washing. Eponine was clean and washed everyday. Cosette knew this for she brought the bath water every day. Eponines hair was shiny and a dark brown that was considered beautiful. Many of the towns people refered to her as the rose. The towns people refered to Cosette as the lark.
Cosettes animosity towards Eponine only grew as they grew older. Eponine wanted more and Cosette began to understand that they really might not be that different. When the strange man approached Cosette in the woods offering her a chance at a better life, of course she lept at the chance of leaving. She hated the inn that had made her childhood so miserable she almost hoped to never think of it again.
As Cosette grew into a young lady she tried to forget about the inn which she had spent much of her childhood at, but she couldn't. There was a small corner of her brain that wanted to encounter the girl she had shared her childhood with, the one that she had hated so much. She wanted to show how she had become a lady a girl of repute. Cosettes scars faded, but her memories did not.