Éponine: Don’t you fret, M’sieur Marius, I don’t feel any pain. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now. You’re here, that’s all I need to know and you will keep me safe and you will keep me close and rain will make the flowers grow.
Marius: But you will live, ‘Ponine – dear God above… If I could heal your wounds with words of love.
Éponine: Just hold me now, and let it be. Shelter me, comfort me.
Marius: You would live a hundred years if I could show you how. I won’t desert you now.