Well, that snaps Eponine out of her reverie. There's only one person who has such a shrill voice that it grates on Eponine, even in her dreams.
"Madame Hattie?"
She looks round in confusion for a minute, before rushing for the bars of the cell. "HATTIE?"
She flinches at the sound of the impact - Hattie would not like that - and she gasps as they drag poor Hattie (did I really write that?) past.
"Madame? MADAME!! Where are you taking her? Answer me - please, M'sieur."
The soldiers of course ignore Eponine even as she tries to reach through the bars to grab at Hattie. She can't do anything, of course, except watch helplessly as Hattie is dragged past.
She looks back at Ella. "We have to do something, Madame. You heard her; she is a princess. Princesses should not be in jails. Hattie cannot cope with this."
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"Madame Hattie?"
She looks round in confusion for a minute, before rushing for the bars of the cell.
"HATTIE?"
She flinches at the sound of the impact - Hattie would not like that - and she gasps as they drag poor Hattie (did I really write that?) past.
"Madame? MADAME!! Where are you taking her? Answer me - please, M'sieur."
The soldiers of course ignore Eponine even as she tries to reach through the bars to grab at Hattie. She can't do anything, of course, except watch helplessly as Hattie is dragged past.
She looks back at Ella. "We have to do something, Madame. You heard her; she is a princess. Princesses should not be in jails. Hattie cannot cope with this."