GERMINAL
no more; no one had pushed him on, it had come to him of himself, just as the desire to steal onions from a field came to him.
Startled at this gloomy vegetation of crime at the bottom of the child's skull, Étienne again pushed him away with a kick, like an unconscious animal. He trembled lest the guard at the Voreux had heard the sentinel's stifled cry, and looked towards the pit every time the moon was uncovered. But nothing stirred, and he bent down, felt the hands that were gradually becoming icy, and listened to the heart, which had stopped beneath the overcoat. Only the bone handle of the knife could be seen with the motto on it, the simple word "Amour," engraved in black letters.
His eyes went from the throat to the face. Suddenly he recognised the little soldier; it was Jules, the recruit with whom he had talked one morning. And deep pity took him in front of this fair gentle face, marked with reddish patches. The blue eyes, widely open, were gazing at the sky with that fixed gaze with which he had before seen him searching at the horizon for the country of his birth. Where was it, that Plogof which had appeared to him beneath the dazzling sun? Over there, over there! The sea was moaning afar on this tempestuous night. That wind passing above had perhaps swept over the moors. Two women were standing there, the mother and the sister, holding on their blown hats, also looking out, as if they could see what was now happening to the little fellow through the leagues which separated them. They would always wait for him now. What an abominable thing it is for poor devils to kill each other for the sake of the rich!
But this corpse had to be disposed of. Étienne at first thought of throwing it into the canal, but was deterred from this by the certainty that it would be found there. His anxiety became extreme, every minute was of importance; what decision should he take? He had a sudden inspiration: if he could carry the body as far as Réquillart, he would be able to bury it there for ever.
"Come here," he said to Jeanlin.
The child was suspicious.
"No, you want to beat me. And then I have business. Good-night."
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