"And you think I was brought up to be this, Mademoiselle? To stand in rags and watch a man murder someone? To pull teeth from a body still warm so I can have a crust of bread?"

She snorted, and started forwards, before rocking back again. "It was not I who was destined to walk the streets, Cosette, I was not indeed. I was to be the lady. Do you not think on who has made me this? Do you truly believe I have done this to myself?"

Though she had been near shouting as she began to speak, her voice slowly trailed into quietness as she fought to hold back tears. Of course Cosette would not understand. Of course she wouldn't care. That horrid girl - she ruined everything.