Wow, this is remarkable indeed! I love love love your description of Montparnasse. I was a little thrown by the notion that Eponine couldn't reach his hair, picturing Eponine as a midget or 'Parnasse as a gangling giant. But either way, gorgeous! The blood under the fingernails made me smile. (Sadistic, huh?)

Your depiction of the gamins in also interesting, and wonderfully original. It's very impressive. Hurray for Madame beating on old Thenardier!

The song... roughly means, "When he takes me in his arms/He speaks to me in a low voice/I see the world in pink." Feel free to correct that.

That was actually quite good.

What does the French at the end translate to in English?

Edith Piaf! Very pretty, I like it a lot (your story, not the song...well, actually both, but your writing's very good!)!