[Her first thought is that well, she's dead. Here, in the early morning hours in this damn opera house, she is going to die, because Valjean is so much bigger and stronger than she is.
Nothing seems to work out the way she figures, though. She grits her teeth.]
No. N-no, I- I have to- it's not personal--
[She jerks forward to try and stab him again, indiscriminately.]
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Nothing seems to work out the way she figures, though. She grits her teeth.]
No. N-no, I- I have to- it's not personal--
[She jerks forward to try and stab him again, indiscriminately.]