[Eponine is exactly where Paul left her, sat in a sort of astonished stupour. He's going to fix that ache in her belly, just like that? After years of sitting in the street, holding her hands out, and stealing coins and doing anything else it took to get a sous or a piece of cheese. So when Paul sets a whole barrel of biscuits in front of her, she gasps.]
For - for me? Might I have one? What are they? Oh, I don't care. It's not a trick, is it?
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For - for me? Might I have one? What are they? Oh, I don't care. It's not a trick, is it?