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“ said i wouldn’t date for a while, still i couldn’t help but flirt. ”

Enjolras grabbed a blanket off of the couch's armrest and put it gently over the sleeping Eponine. He was willing to let her sleep here, away from the street. He sat on the floor by the couch and let her rest. "Sleep well." He mumbled, staying put by the couch in case she needed something. 

The arrival of the Egyptian queen had all of Rome in an uproar. The news of her father having an affair -- and a son -- with the queen had since reached her and the other Romans. It was painful to hear, but for those who expected the daughter of the great Caesar to cause a fuss, they would be disappointed. It was Julia who received the queen in her father’s name, and her smile was warm as she approached the other woman from the other end of the atrium. “Welcome to Rome, Your Majesty. Though unfortunate indeed that my father cannot receive you himself, I would hope that you find me an acceptable substitute.”

“Because I had an illegitimate daughter and they found out.” How could Fantine know this girl knew Cosette? She couldn’t, and she probably never would. “Satisfied?”

You had to give yourself credit for surviving. Giving it to other people meant wasting precious energy on others and that meant dying. “I don’t give anybody credit… you have to think about yourself and yourself alone.”

Fantine was a fool once, she wouldn’t be a fool again; whether or not this young girl would share the same philosophy was not Fantine’s responsibility.

The older man offered an arm with a grin, "Welcome to the most famous places in Britain that has been hidden right under the public's noses for centuries." He said. "And there is a legendary king right inside that is bouncing on his paws in excitement because he gets to meet Tutankhamun's little sister and Meketre's lady. Tell me Princess Mutnodjmet, would you like to meet King Arthur?"

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