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Chapter 4
"Eponine, come quickly! I found the kitten, and you can warp him up in a bundle!" Azelma cried with enthusiasm, and attempted to yank her sister away from the mirror.
Unfortunately for little Azelma, Eponine held her ground with a small frown on her lips. With the tip of her index finger, Eponine grazed her forehead gently. The girl was so absorbed in her own vanity that she hadn't noticed her sister tugging on her wrist.
"Eponine, please come," Azelma pleaded while tugging on her sister's arm as tightly as she could, "I am really bored, let us play together!"
"Azelma, do you think that my hair looks horrible?" Eponine asked, completely ignoring Azelma's previous statement, "Since I came back, my hair is wadded and unappealing. If only I could have the beautiful curls like other girls in the neighborhood."
"I think your hair is fine, and I think that you are worrying a tad too much about your appearance." Azelma retorted in a huff, and then folded her arms.
"Quit lying to me." Eponine responded.
"Oh, come away from that mirror Eponine. It is as if that wretched thing has possessed you!" Azelma shouted, "Besides your dear Marius is far from here, and will not see you if you are dirty."
"You are cruel, you don't understand! Papa told me that if I am pretty and if I show proper manners that towards Marius then he will marry me!" Eponine shouted back.
"Do you actually believe that? You have met with him on only one occasion, and you actually believe that he will marry you?" Azelma tried to talk some sense into her, but clearly Eponine was too lovesick to listen.
It was then that Eponine finally was able to tear herself away from the mirror, and then she decided to pass down the hallway with a troubled look upon her face. Part of her refused to believe what Azelma had just explained to her and another part of her question if her father wasn't speaking truthfully. It was foolish to believe Marius would marry her without a doubt, but she didn't want to pull herself out of this warped fairy tale she believed in.
Azelma had followed her down the hall and finally burst into tears. "Marius barely knows you, but I have known you my whole life. How can you be so cold to me Eponine? Are we still sisters? Is there a way that we can stop being sisters?"
"We cannot stop being sisters. It is not something we choice, but rather something that is forced." Eponine informed. Tears streamed down Azelma's cheeks, and instantly Eponine realized the way she explained matters was not entirely the best of ways. "It isn't as if I do not want you to be my sister. I was just trying to explain…"
"Do you hate me?" Azelma interrupted. It was a silly question, the answer was obviously no, but Azelma insisted on asking it regardless.
"I do not hate you," Eponine responded, and after this Azelma rushed into her sister's arms without any prior warning.
"If you marry him though, I will not be able to see you anymore. You will be in Paris. Mama says that Paris is far, far away from here." Azelma stated.
"Papa has a plan though! I heard him talk with Georges. Once Marius' grandpa passes away, then you, mama, and papa will be able to stay in Paris with me. I am not sure why this is, but his tone was serious like that time when that old man came to our inn last on Christmas." Eponine stated, "They talked like there was something very important, and it was something to do with Marius and his father being able to live with each other at long last…"
"Eponine," Azelma interrupted again knowing very well her sister could describe serious (or any other trivial description for that matter) for hours if she felt like doing so, "Even if that's true, you know that it will be difficult for us all to live together."
"Azelma, you mentioned a kitten that I could dress up." Eponine said, quickly changing the subject.
A smile crossed Azelma's face and replied with joy, "He crawled in through an open window, and I found him in the hallways. Come with me, maybe he is still there!"
"You stole from M. Gillenormand's daughter?" Mme. Thénardier asked in complete disbelief. Not that she minded the extra money, but this was really odd. Usually her husband was able to squeeze money out of people without resorting to theft.
"It was a dusty old ring. The hag probably cares nothing for it now, but to people like us it is a priceless gem." Thénardier explained, "I would not have taken anything if I knew I would be jailed for it."
Mme. Thénardier slapped her hands to her thighs, and heaved a deep sigh. Even she admitted she may do the same in his position. Of course she would never steal out of sheer greed, but would steal without a thought for he two daughters. Unfortunately her father would do exactly the opposite, which bothered her. Thievery, crime, Mme. Thénardier considered them addictions like any other. They brought others pleasure. Still the more one would commit such acts, the more one become fond of their shameful actions. Once they became fond of such awful things, they may not be able to stop until someone decided to stop them by force.
"Fine, do as you will, but if you ruin my daughter's chance at happiness. I will never forgive you." Mme. Thénardier scowled at her husband.
"How many times must I assure you that I will not be caught? That man is a royalist, a man as dumb as they come." Thénardier spoke in a hushed tone.
"Alright, I believe you." Mme. Thénardier finally conceded to her husband, yet still she wasn't being entirely truthful. Then she finally asked, "Does Georges approve of this?"
Thénardier paused searching for a cunning action, but found none. "He does not know of this, and you are not to say a word."
The Thénardess remained silent, but nodded to confirm that this would remain a secret. Then finally Thénardier broke the silence between them. "It will no longer matter when Eponine marries that boy anyway."
Still both of them knew that if Thénardier was caught, it would be Eponine who would pay the price for his actions.