"What's a scorpion?" Eponine spoke at the same time as Mona. And then she immediately bit the inside of her cheek. Mona knew. Parker knew. Eponine's ignorance was showing and she hated it. She hated that inferior feeling, that ignorance that reminded her of who she was and how she would never be as good as these fine ladies.

"I am fast - but I cannot run in these shoes in this sand and it is too hot to take them off. You will be careful though, won't you Madame?"