Eponine is less impressed at her hands being cleaned, especially with water so cold. She would have much preferred a roll. She tries not to flinch though.

"Men judge... are they not paid to? They put me in prison, and my sister, and my Mama and my Pa - my Mama died in prison. Maybe Azelma too, for I have not seen her since the day she were arrested. Me, I hid longer than her. She is stupid. But they were priests, Mademoiselle Anne. Not the men who sentenced us. They are judges. The men who would not let me in Notre Dame or nothing. I think it is stupid, if such a God will not look after me. I am sure I remember the story where he made a criminal to God when he died. But the church says no. Well, I don't care. I am the very devil himself. It don't matter to me."