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A great shock carried away the mob. They all turned, and the rush went on to the right hand road, which stretched far away through the fields. Again cries arose:
"To Madeleine! to Crèvecœur! no more work! Bread! bread!"
But in the centre, as they went on, there was hustling. It was Chaval, they said, who was trying to take advantage of an opportunity to escape. Étienne had seized him by the arm, threatening to do for him if he was planning some treachery. And the other struggled and protested furiously:
"What's all this for? Isn't a man free? I've been freezing the last hour. I want to clean myself. Let me go!"
He was, in fact, suffering from the coal glued to his skin by sweat, and his woollen garment was no protection.
"On you go, or we'll clean you." replied Étienne. "Don't expect to get your life at a bargain."
They were still running, and he turned towards Catherine, who was keeping up well. It annoyed him to feel her so near him, so miserable, shivering beneath her man's old jacket and her muddy trousers. She must be nearly dead of fatigue, she was running all the same.
"You can go off, you can," he said at last.
Catherine seemed not to hear. Her eyes, on meeting Étienne's, only flamed with reproach for a moment. She would not stop. Why did he want her to leave her man? Chaval was not at all kind, it was true; he would even beat her sometimes. But he was her man, the one who had had her first; and it enraged her that they should throw themselves on him—more than a thousand of them. She would have defended him without any tenderness at all, out of pride.
"Off you go!" repeated Maheu, violently.
Her father's order slackened her course for a moment. She trembled, and her eyelids swelled with tears. Then, in spite of her fear, she came back to the same place again, still running. Then they let her be.
The mob crossed the Joiselle road, went a short distance up the Cron road and then mounted towards Cougny. On this side, factory chimneys striped the flat horizon; wooden sheds, brick workshops with large dusty recesses, appeared along the street. They passed one after another the low buildings of two settlements—that of the Cent-Quatre-Vingts, then that of the Soix-
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