Cosette’s eyes are dry, not because she wants for nothing, but because she has long-since learned that nothing is what she gets, and maybe even what she deserves. The night the stranger in the yellow coat comes to the inn is the first time she dares to steal a bit of hope and to steal a doll – and to have those taken away, well it’s the first time she’s wept in years.

The next morning an old man and a little girl leave together for a humble home where crying is permitted but neither of them need to.