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Updated: June 19, 2025
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.
Then she began to speak in a thin, high voice, which no one had ever heard, a voice which seemed to come from the distance, perhaps from the depths of this heart which had always been closed. Cimme, finding this scene painful, walked away on tiptoe. Colombel, whose crippled leg was growing tired, sat down. The two women remained standing.
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."
It's in the bottom stack." Then he turned to his brother-in-law: "If you wish, Cimme, I would be willing to exchange something else for this wine; it suits my stomach marvellously." The chicken had now appeared with its regiment of young ones. The two women were enjoying themselves throwing crumbs to them. Joseph and the dog, who had eaten enough, were sent back to the garden.
In the next room could be heard the voice of the dying woman, living, in this last hour, the life for which she had doubtless hoped, living her dreams themselves just when all was over for her. Cimme, in the garden, was playing with little Joseph and the dog, enjoying himself in the whole hearted manner of a countryman, having completely forgotten the dying woman.
The dying woman continued to call her children, talking with each one, imagining that she was dressing them, fondling them, teaching them how to read: "Come on! Simon repeat: A, B, C, D. You are not paying attention, listen D, D, D; do you hear me? Now repeat " Cimme exclaimed: "Funny what people say when in that condition." Mme.
Who will bring up my children? Who will take care of them? Who will love them? No, I don't want to! I don't " She fell back. All was over. The dog, wild with excitement, jumped about the room, barking. Colombel ran to the window, calling his brother-in-law: "Hurry up, hurry up! I think that she has just gone." Then Cimme, resigned, arose and entered the room, mumbling
But no one dared to enter the dying woman's room on the ground floor. Even Cimme made way for the others. Colombel was the first to make up his mind, and, swaying from side to side like the mast of a ship, the iron ferule of his cane clattering on the paved hall, he entered. The two women were the next to venture, and M. Cimmes closed the procession.
It's in the bottom stack." Then he turned to his brother-in-law: "If you wish, Cimme, I would be willing to exchange something else for this wine; it suits my stomach marvellously." The chicken had now appeared with its regiment of young ones. The two women were enjoying themselves throwing crumbs to them. Joseph and the dog, who had eaten enough, were sent back to the garden.
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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