Don't own anything
The angle looked at the long line of people trying to come in. Most of them were covered in blood. He looked at the front, by the desk. There was a small boy dressed in rags and with blood all over him. He was begging with the man checking them over.
"Aw come on. I must 'ave done sommit good!" he cried. "I helped my sister wiv 'er jobs."
"Yes but that was only because she gave you a sou afterwards"
"oh yeh. Forgot bout that, sorry." He smiled gently. "Come on. Let us in. Please. Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"I'll let you in for song." He smiled at the boy. "Go on."
The boy sighed. "Little people know when little people fight,
We may look easy pickins but we've got some bite!
So never kick a dog, because ee's just a pup,
We fight like twen'y armies and we wont give up!
So you better run for cover when the pup grows up!"
"Well done, go on in."
"Excuse me." The angle asked him. "I'm looking for a Master Gavroche Thenardier, you don't by any chance know him do you?"
"You're lookin' righ' at 'im." He doffed his muddy, tattered hat at me in a joking kind of way.
"Oh, right. OK. Come with me." Oh deer this isn't going to go well.