Eponine's eyes flashed at Ian as he named her a thief, and she balled her hands into fists, and set her jaw.

But when Marius asked her - Marius - her fierce resolve dropped. Her shoulders sagged inwards and she lowered her gaze so she gazed at her feet in their stupid leather boots.

"You know who I am and what I am, Sir. I have long suspected that you at least knew a little of what I did - and how could you not? I told you it was bad for you to associate with me in Paris." She smiled sadly, before bursting into a peal of harsh laughter.
"Though, theft is hardly the worst crime in the arena, Monsieur. I would not have stolen from him if I had known he was your friend."