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It's my treat." The other hesitated a while, tempted on one hand by the game and the thought of brandy, knowing well that, if he went to Paumelle's, he would return home drunk; held back, on the other hand, by the idea of his wife remaining alone in the house. He asked: "Any one might think that you had made a bet to get me drunk every night.
It's my treat." The other hesitated a while, tempted on one hand by the game and the thought of brandy, knowing well that, if he went to Paumelle's, he would return home drunk; held back, on the other hand, by the idea of his wife remaining alone in the house. He asked: "Any one might think that you had made a bet to get me drunk every night.
And he filled me up, the dog; he did it, to stop my goin' home. I'm drunk!" And he would continue: "Tell me who it was, Melina, or somethin'll happen to you." After having waited again, he went on with the slow and obstinate logic of a drunkard: "He's been keeping me at that loafer Paumelle's place every night, so as to stop my going home. It's some trick. Oh, you damned carrion!"
And he filled me up, the dog; he did it, to stop my goin' home. I'm drunk!" And he would continue: "Tell me who it was, Melina, or somethin'll happen to you." After having waited again, he went on with the slow and obstinate logic of a drunkard: "He's been keeping me at that loafer Paumelle's place every night, so as to stop my going home. It's some trick. Oh, you damned carrion!"
He was still laughing at this drunkard's recollection, and he was unconsciously going toward Paumelle's Cafe, where a light was shining in the window; he was going, pulled by Mathurin and pushed by the wind, unable to resist these combined forces. The low room was full of sailors, smoke and noise. All these men, clad in woolens, their elbows on the tables, were shouting to make themselves heard.
He was still laughing at this drunkard's recollection, and he was unconsciously going toward Paumelle's Cafe, where a light was shining in the window; he was going, pulled by Mathurin and pushed by the wind, unable to resist these combined forces. The low room was full of sailors, smoke and noise. All these men, clad in woolens, their elbows on the tables, were shouting to make themselves heard.
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