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Updated: June 19, 2025
Colombel immediately embraced each other, without saying a word. They locked very much alike, having always worn their hair in Madonna bands, and loud red French cashmere shawls. Cimme turned to his brother-in-law, a pale, sal, low-complexioned, thin man, wasted by stomach complaints, who limped badly, and said in a serious tone of voice: "Gad! It was high time."
Suddenly the dog, who was carrying something in his mouth, began to run around the chairs at full speed. The child was chasing him wildly. Both disappeared into the house. Cimme fell asleep, his well-rounded paunch bathed in the glow of the shining sun. The dying woman once more began to talk in a loud voice. Then suddenly she shrieked.
"How much?" "Fifteen francs." "That's enough. Hustle, my girl, because I am beginning to get very hungry:" Mme. Cimme, looking out over the climbing vines bathed in sunlight, and at the two turtle-doves on the roof opposite, said in an annoyed tone of voice: "What a pity to have had to come for such a sad occasion. It is so nice in the country to-day."
M. Cimme, a fat, puffing person, who always entered first everywhere, pushing aside everyone else, whether man or woman, when it was necessary, asked: "Well, Celeste, aren't things going well?" The little servant moaned through her tears: "She doesn't even recognize me any more. The doctor says it's the end." Everybody looked around. Mme. Cimme and Mme.
Colombel then asked: "Wouldn't it be better if we were to return to her?" But Cimme dissuaded her from the idea: "What's the use? You can't change anything. We are just as comfortable here." Nobody insisted. Mme. Cimme observed the two green birds called love-birds. In a few words she praised this singular faithfulness and blamed the men for not imitating these animals.
Colombel then asked: "Wouldn't it be better if we were to return to her?" But Cimme dissuaded her from the idea: "What's the use? You can't change anything. We are just as comfortable here." Nobody insisted. Mme. Cimme observed the two green birds called love-birds. In a few words she praised this singular faithfulness and blamed the men for not imitating these animals.
The two women and Colombel rushed in to see what was the matter. Cimme, waking up, did not budge, because, he did not wish to witness such a scene. She was sitting up, with haggard eyes.
Suddenly the dog, who was carrying something in his mouth, began to run around the chairs at full speed. The child was chasing him wildly. Both disappeared into the house. Cimme fell asleep, his well-rounded paunch bathed in the glow of the shining sun. The dying woman once more began to talk in a loud voice. Then suddenly she shrieked.
"How much?" "Fifteen francs." "That's enough. Hustle, my girl, because I am beginning to get very hungry:" Mme. Cimme, looking out over the climbing vines bathed in sunlight, and at the two turtle-doves on the roof opposite, said in an annoyed tone of voice: "What a pity to have had to come for such a sad occasion. It is so nice in the country to-day."
But suddenly he entered the house and said to the girl: "I say, my girl, are we not going to have luncheon? What do you ladies wish to eat?" They finally agreed on an omelet, a piece of steak with new potatoes, cheese and coffee. As Mme. Colombel was fumbling in her pocket for her purse, Cimme stopped her, and, turning to the maid: "Have you got any money?" She answered: "Yes, monsieur."
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