Factory Woman 1:
And what have we here, little innocent sister? Oh, come on, Fantine, let's have all the news.
[reading the note]
Factory Woman 1:
"Dear Fantine, you must send us more money. Your child needs a doctor; there's no time to lose."
Fantine:
[taking it back]
Give that letter to me; it is none of your business. With a husband at home and a bit on the side? Is there anyone here who can say swear before God she has nothing to fear, she has nothing to hide?
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:49