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shoulders with the amazement of a good-natured fellow who has eaten up his savings, and is astonished at having to tighten his belt.
"A loaf! ah! my dear," replied the Levaque woman, "I wanted to borrow another from you!"
Then, as her husband groaned with pain in his sleep, she pushed his face against the table.
"Hold your row, bloody beast! So much the better if it burns your guts! Instead of being paid to drink, you ought to have asked twenty sous from a friend."
She went on relieving herself by swearing, in the midst of this dirty household, already abandoned so long that an unbearable smell was exhaling from the floor. Everything might smash up, she didn't care a hang! Her son, that rascal Bébert, had also disappeared since morning, and she shouted that it would be a good riddance if he never came back. Then she said that she would go to bed. At least she could get warm. She hustled Bouteloup.
"Come along, up we go. The fire's out. No need to light the candle to see the empty plates. Well, are you coming, Louis? I tell you that we must go to bed. We can stick together there, that's a comfort. And let this damned drunkard die here of cold by himself!"
When she found herself outside again, Maheude struck resolutely across the gardens to go to Pierron's house. She heard laughter. As she knocked there was sudden silence. It was a full minute before the door was opened.
"What! is it you?" exclaimed Pierronne with affected surprise. "I thought it was the doctor."
Without allowing her to speak, she went on, pointing to Pierron, who was seated before a large coal fire:
"Ah! he makes no progress, he makes no progress at all. His face looks all right; it's in his belly that it takes him. Then he must have heat. We burn all that we've got."
Pierron, in fact, looked very well; his complexion was good and his flesh fat. It was in vain that he breathed hard in order to play the sick man. Besides, as Maheude came in she perceived a strong smell of rabbit; they had certainly put the dish out of the way. There were crumbs strewed over the table, and in the very midst she saw a forgotten bottle of wine.
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