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Just you cut away from there, you ugly little brat! Move your hands about, bundle them all into a drawer!" Nana, with bowed head, did not answer a word. She had taken up the little tulle cap and was asking her mother how much it cost. And as Coupeau thrust out his hand to seize hold of the cap, it was Gervaise who pushed him aside exclaiming: "Do leave the child alone!
His comrades did not even notice his departure. He had already had a pretty good dose. But once outside he shook himself and regained his self-possession; and he quietly made for the shop, where he told Gervaise that Coupeau was with some friends. Two days passed by. The zinc-worker had not returned. He was reeling about the neighborhood, but no one knew exactly where.
"Good God!" he exclaimed, turning upon her furiously. "What can I do? I have nothing. Be off with you, unless you want to be beaten." He lifted his fist; she recoiled and said with set teeth: "Very well then; I will go and find some man who has a sou." Coupeau pretended to consider this an excellent joke. Yes of course she could make a conquest; by gaslight she was still passably goodlooking.
"It is brandy!" he exclaimed. Then the surgeon, on a sign from his chief, gave him some water, and Coupeau did the same thing. "It is brandy!" he cried. "Brandy! Oh, my God!" For twenty-four hours he had declared that everything he touched to his lips was brandy, and with tears begged for something else, for it burned his throat, he said.
Gervaise was seated with these piles of soiled linen about her. Augustine, whose great delight was to fill up the stove, had done so now, and it was red hot. Coupeau leaned toward Gervaise. "Kiss me," he said. "You are a good woman." As he spoke he gave a sudden lurch and fell among the skirts. "Do take care," said Gervaise impatiently. "You will get them all mixed again."
"I mean your husband. He has gone on like that ever since day before yesterday, and he dances all the time too. You will see!" Ah, what a sight it was! The cell was cushioned from the floor to the ceiling, and on the floor were mattresses on which Coupeau danced and howled in his ragged blouse. The sight was terrific.
Coupeau might celebrate Saint Monday for weeks altogether, go off on the spree for months at a time, come home mad with liquor, and seek to sharpen her as he said, she had grown accustomed to it, she thought him tiresome, but nothing more. It was on these occasions that she wished him somewhere else.
When they reached the wineshop, Coupeau at once ordered two bottles of wine, some bread and some slices of ham, to be served in the little glazed closet on the ground floor, without plates or table cloth, simply to have a snack. Then, noticing that Boche and Bibi-the-Smoker seemed to be very hungry, he had a third bottle brought, as well as a slab of brie cheese.
What's it about? "About things he sees," murmured the young man. "Keep quiet, let me listen." Coupeau was speaking in a jerky voice. A glimmer of amusement lit up his eyes. He looked on the floor, to the right, to the left, and turned about as though he had been strolling in the Bois de Vincennes, conversing with himself. "Ah! that's nice, that's grand! There're cottages, a regular fair.
The civil marriage was fixed for half-past ten. The day was clear and the sun intensely hot. In order not to excite observation the bridal pair, the mother and the four witnesses, separated Gervaise walked in front, having the arm of Lorilleux, while M. Madinier gave his to Mamma Coupeau; on the opposite sidewalk were Coupeau, Boche and Bibi-la-Grillade.
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