Her name was Cosette. A beautiful girl, rich. I knew her as a child, she came to live with my family and work in our inn. Her mother paid us to care for her. Then her papa came to take her away, and our inn with it. [More or less. She'd grown up blaming Cosette for their losses.]
I wish I were closer. Gavroche- he is the one that left home.
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Her name was Cosette. A beautiful girl, rich. I knew her as a child, she came to live with my family and work in our inn. Her mother paid us to care for her. Then her papa came to take her away, and our inn with it. [More or less. She'd grown up blaming Cosette for their losses.]
I wish I were closer. Gavroche- he is the one that left home.