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With
the
money
she
at
last
received
from
Barneville
she
paid
two
bills
;
the
other
fifteen
hundred
francs
fell
due
.
She
renewed
the
bills
,
and
thus
it
was
continually
.
Sometimes
,
it
is
true
,
she
tried
to
make
a
calculation
,
but
she
discovered
things
so
exorbitant
that
she
could
not
believe
them
possible
.
Then
she
recommenced
,
soon
got
confused
,
gave
it
all
up
,
and
thought
no
more
about
it
.
The
house
was
very
dreary
now
.
Tradesmen
were
seen
leaving
it
with
angry
faces
.
Handkerchiefs
were
lying
about
on
the
stoves
,
and
little
Berthe
,
to
the
great
scandal
of
Madame
Homais
,
wore
stockings
with
holes
in
them
.
If
Charles
timidly
ventured
a
remark
,
she
answered
roughly
that
it
was
n't
her
fault
.
What
was
the
meaning
of
all
these
fits
of
temper
?
She
explained
everything
through
her
old
nervous
illness
,
and
reproaching
himself
with
having
taken
her
infirmities
for
faults
,
accused
himself
of
egotism
,
and
longed
to
go
and
take
her
in
his
arms
.
"
Ah
,
no
!
"
he
said
to
himself
;
"
I
should
worry
her
.
"
And
he
did
not
stir
.
After
dinner
he
walked
about
alone
in
the
garden
;
he
took
little
Berthe
on
his
knees
,
and
unfolding
his
medical
journal
,
tried
to
teach
her
to
read
.
But
the
child
,
who
never
had
any
lessons
,
soon
looked
up
with
large
,
sad
eyes
and
began
to
cry
.
Then
he
comforted
her
;
went
to
fetch
water
in
her
can
to
make
rivers
on
the
sand
path
,
or
broke
off
branches
from
the
privet
hedges
to
plant
trees
in
the
beds
.
This
did
not
spoil
the
garden
much
,
all
choked
now
with
long
weeds
.
They
owed
Lestiboudois
for
so
many
days
.
Then
the
child
grew
cold
and
asked
for
her
mother
.
"
Call
the
servant
,
"
said
Charles
.
"
You
know
,
dearie
,
that
mamma
does
not
like
to
be
disturbed
.
"
Autumn
was
setting
in
,
and
the
leaves
were
already
falling
,
as
they
did
two
years
ago
when
she
was
ill
.
Where
would
it
all
end
?
And
he
walked
up
and
down
,
his
hands
behind
his
back
.
Madame
was
in
her
room
,
which
no
one
entered
.
She
stayed
there
all
day
long
,
torpid
,
half
dressed
,
and
from
time
to
time
burning
Turkish
pastilles
which
she
had
bought
at
Rouen
in
an
Algerian
's
shop
.
In
order
not
to
have
at
night
this
sleeping
man
stretched
at
her
side
,
by
dint
of
manoeuvring
,
she
at
last
succeeded
in
banishing
him
to
the
second
floor
,
while
she
read
till
morning
extravagant
books
,
full
of
pictures
of
orgies
and
thrilling
situations
.
Often
,
seized
with
fear
,
she
cried
out
,
and
Charles
hurried
to
her
.
